#no romantic couple I've ever been around has whatever that is

[tlouadditc]

to the brim ... <3

dom!abby x fem!sub!reader

!! not my pic !!

warnings: fluff + smut [MDNI and MEN DNI.] modern!au / no apocalypse, established relationship, softdom!abby [?], i couldnt think of good gifts dont mind it, abby is a gamer confirmed bc i said so, breeding [duh], abby has a breeding strap, filthy talk omg :(( ah!! i think thats it

a/n: ever since i read @seattlesellie's ellie breeding fic... i've been a changed woman. so here's my take on abby! p.s.: no desc. of hair, skin color, size, etc. :) this is also kinda long but enjoy my loves!

you and abby had been together for around 3 long, happy years. the happiest years, you could say. it was weird; you never thought you'd end up like this. never.. imagined being happy with someone, especially someone as outgoing and brave as abby. you were complete opposites, you being more introverted and kept to yourself while abby was loud and proud. even the way she asked you out [buying you your favorite flowers, making you dinner, AND two cute little matching rings] was memorable and creative. you've always loved everything about her.

today, in present time, is your anniversary. every year, you attempt to top the last year. always remembering little details and bookmarking whatever she sent you just for this moment. abby's currently at her office job; "busiest day of the year, but i'll be back in time for dinner," she explained earlier that morning. "promise!" you take this as an opportunity to buy her gifts and plan out a romantic dinner for the night.

lately, she's been wanting these lego flower sets [specifically the orchid ones since they reminded her of you.. :,)], so you quickly bought one. that isn't enough, you think, so you also get custom lego keychains of both of you, making them both wear wedding dresses and smile as bright as the sun. while you're at it, you get her favorite cake, chocolate with strawberry sprinkles, and have "happy 3rd anniversary, my love" on the top. you smile as you reach your apartment, already visualizing her surprised face. i'll get her this year, you think as you step inside.

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hours later, you hear a slight knock knock knock on the door. perfect timing, you think, quickly fixing your hair and looking over your outfit. you're wearing a black maxi dress, tight-fitting over your curves, but simple in style. it's kinda casual, but abby insisted on staying home. "it's for my surprise," she argued, a smirk forming on her face as she said it. she always had some quick trick up her sleeve, but you're even quicker.

well. most of the time.

you peek in the peephole, and there she is. she's wearing her glasses today [her bluelight ones you bought for her your last anniversary since she always complained about her headaches], dressed in all black and her hair flowing down her shoulders. her hands hold onto the handle of a medium sized, deep red giftbag. she probably feels your eyes on her, because flashes a pearly smile up to the small opening. no matter how much she smiles, you never get tired of it. you quickly unlock the door and open it widely.

her pale skin turns a slight dusty shade of pink as she looks you up in down, lovingly taking in your beauty. her mouth opens to say something, but all that comes out is a soft, "hi, baby," before she pulls you into a tight hug, exhaling as she wraps her toned arms around you. she feels like.. like something familiar, but nothing you've ever felt before. something comforting. like home.

she pulls back, placing her hands on either cheek. her eyes move back and forth from one eye to another, almost as if she's trying to read your mind, hear your thoughts. "missed you so much, bun." she leans in, giving you two small pecks on the lips before pulling you into one last hug.

"missed you more abs," you murmur, "more than you'd ever know."

she pulls back, smiling as you mirror her expression. after a couple of seconds, she finally looks around the apartment. "babe?" she questions, clearly in shock. there's big, red heart balloons and her favorite candles are lit all around. she's completely enveloped in the candlelit room, gasping when she looks down and sees rose petals scattered beautifully on the wooden floor. you see her eyes lock onto two red, nicely wrapped gifts on the coffee table. "oh. my god," she looks from the living room back to you, astonished. "no, you didn't."

"oh, yes i did," you giggle as you close and lock the front door. she walks carefully over the fresh rose petals into the living room. she sits on the couch, looking up at you with doe eyes. "babe, if this is what i think it is..." she pauses and exhales. all you can do is smile; your excitement cannot be contained. "open them up!" you cheer, sitting down in the armchair beside the sofa.

she picks up the smaller box, cautiously shaking it. she was always great at guessing your gifts. but this time, she furrows her brows in confusion. she shakes it once more, a little harder this time, deep thought written across her sharp face. the scrunch in her nose makes you laugh a bit. "is it.." she starts, but cuts herself off. "i don't know.. actually."

you shrug, "then open it, babe." she sighs before accepting defeat and opening the small package. as soon as she gets the paper off, she gasps and looks up at you. "oh my god!" she exclaims. "wait, are these-" she looks back at the package, back at you, and holds it up to your face. "oh my god! it's us!"

you smile and laugh while she gushes over the fact they look exactly like you two. "how did they get my hair perfect? and the little dresses! i mean, look at it, oh my god." she admires them silently for a few seconds before uttering, "this is gonna be us, bun. i promise."

the uncontrollable urge to smile takes over your face, making your cheeks hurt a bit. she's muttering a thousand "thank you"s before opening the next one; the one you're the most excited about. she's been talking about this since last year, but she never had the time to get it or start it, matter of fact.

she tears the paper once again, immediately stopping in her tracks. her eyes move up to you once again and her jaw goes slack. "oh my FUCKING god," she yells, ripping the rest of the paper off. it's almost like she's a child again; the way her face lights up makes your entire day worth while. she proceeds to nerd out over the set once again, "this is so... oh my goodness i can't even explain how excited i am. thank you so much babe... wow.. i got so lucky..."

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you made her favorite dinner that night, having it freshly prepared for her and still warm on the stove. she just rambles about how she's the luckiest woman in the world to have a beautiful girlfriend and how much she loves you. she continues this throughout the entire meal, making sure she can treat you with the same treatment whenever she can; wiping your cheek when anything got on your face, getting you whatever you needed with no questions asked.. anything. basically, your everyday treatment with her.

after dinner, you both sit on the sofa, talking about your days. mid-conversation, abby randomly gasps.

"and then he was li- uhm... abby?"

"oh my god. i almost forgot!"

"what? what's the matter?"

"your gift!!"

she practically jumps out of her seat, striding over to the counter where she left the giftbag. "can't believe i forgot my gift for my special girl." she scoffs at herself and sits while handing you the bag. it's not heavy, but it's also not lightweight. you scan through your memories of things you've mentioned to her: cats, a wedding ring, books... but it didn't seem like any of that stuff was in here.

you give up, opening the top and looking inside. your jaw drops. you see a long, light pink box. there's fancy gold lettering across the front that you can't read. you take the box out, and unwrap the ribbon bow from around it. as you lift the top up, you see plush flowers and.. a small hello kitty stuffed animal in between the flowers. you squeal as you put the bag down and hug abby tightly, muttering thankyouthankyouthankyou!! all she does is smile and whisper "of course, princess." you think that's it before you realize there's a small pink card and a even smaller box inside the bag.

confused, you pick up the card and analyze the cover. it's a baby princess themed card; such an abby thing to do. you glance over at her to crack a smile, but you realize she has on that devilish smirk plastered across her face. uh oh, you think. "why're you smiling like that, babe?"

"like what?" her smirk grows wider.

that's even more 'abby' like than the card.

you roll your eyes jokingly before deciding to open the card up. inside, there's a paragraph written:

"dear y/n,

happy 3rd anniversary, my love! i'm so glad you're in my life, even after all this time. you'll always be special to me and i see that we will grow old together. i know you've been wanting that bouquet for a while, but i noticed you've been obsessed with something more.."

you glance up at abby once again. she's watching your reaction with that same smirk. what is she up to? you continue to read:

"i hope you noticed the cover of the card; of course, you're my princess, and you always will be. but i always see you looking at baby clothes when we're out, gushing over baby videos at home, etc etc. and even though we technically can't make one.. i can still give you the experience. ;) love your [nonofficial] wife, abby"

you feel your face heat up as you close the card. abby's large, warm hand suddenly starts stroking your leg through the dress, jolting you back to reality. she chuckles, whispering, "mm, you want that, right? you want me to knock you up?" she's getting closer, her hot breath hitting your neck, making you shudder. "want me to fill you to the brim, baby? hm?"

she's kissing your neck, small pecks turning into full-on hickeys. she loves the way you whimper and squirm, the way you turn your head to give her more access. "i'll take that as a yes," she breathes, a small laugh leaving her mouth. her hand travels from your leg, up to your neck and chin, making you turn and kiss her.

"so pretty like this," she coos in between kisses. she's lost in your big eyes, your noises; lost in you. she toys with the thin straps of your dress, subtly signaling to take it off. you, of course, rush to peel it off. after you do so, you're almost completely naked while she's completely clothed. the drastic difference makes you feel small under her predatory gaze. she taps her thigh twice and demands, "come here, princess."

you straddle her lap, your clothed cunt slightly gaining friction against her pants, making you whimper. "such pretty noises," she murmurs, mostly to herself. her hands rest nicely on your sides, right above your hips. "so, tell me," she starts. "how you wanna do this, mama?"

the new nickname makes you feel a slight heartbeat in between your legs. "oh, you liked that, huh?" she comments, smirking as she looks up at your pretty little face. "well, if you want me to take control, i'll do it. i'll do whatever you want, mama."

"use me," you blurt out, desperately needing her right at that moment. you move your hips back and forth, grinding against her crotch to relieve the ache in between your thighs. abby lets out a breathy laugh, "oh, you want it that bad? god, you're so cute."

before you can respond, she's wrapping her arm around your waist and standing up. you wrap your legs around her waist and your arms around her neck out of instinct. she's walking you to the bedroom, just like her little princess.

when she gets into the room, she lays you on your back, legs behind held back by her large hands pinning them under your armpits. your breath is shaky, heartbeat practically bulging out of your chest. she leaves a trail of sloppy, wet kisses from your neck alllll the way down to your bellybutton. "f-fuck, abby," you shudder, her face getting closer and closer to your heat. "what's wrong?" she asks, "what you need, baby?"

"need you inside," you beg, not caring how pathetic you sound now. "oh, i know, baby," she coos, "but i wanna make this special for you, okay? no rushing. just us."

you appreciate her genuine care with your intimate experiences with her, but at this point, the ache was growing more and more painful as time went on. you whine, moving one of the hands pinning your leg to your cunt. "please, abs. need it."

"fuck, babe," her voice is low and husky, almost a growl. "okay, okay, i got you, mkay? i'll treat you right, promise."

her pointer finger ghosts over your swollen clit, forcing a small moan out. small little circles stimulate your bud, drenching your already soaked panties. she groans, "always so wet f'me, my god." as if she can't take it anymore, she practically rips off the small cloth off your aching pussy. the cold air meeting the warmth of your core makes you gasp, squeezing your thighs together in response.

abby's warmth comes back and divorces your legs apart, pinning them back to where they were originally. "gonna take such good care of you, mama," she mutters, kissing your inner thighs. after what feels like an eternity of teasing, she finally lays small, short kitten licks on your cunt. the small feeling of her warm muscle against your clit relieves the burning ache in your core, but only for a second. she lays a flat tongue, collecting your slick as she moves up. your small "oh"s egg her on, fueling her ego as she spreads your lips apart and latches onto your bud. your moans grow louder and louder, legs slightly trembling from how good it felt. little did you know, she's getting off on your pretty little reactions; she's moaning against your bud, vibrations making your legs shake even more.

"ffffuck-," you cry out, gripping the sheets from pleasure. the vibrations send you over the edge, the familiar tingly feeling in your abdomen unraveling. "m'cumming- oh my god," you wail, attempting to close your legs to get away from abby's tongue. her hands grip your thighs, forcing them apart once again. she continues to suck on your clit, overstimulating you. "t-too much - fuck!"

your juices and her saliva mix, coating the bottom of her chin. she finally unlatches from your sensitive, swollen bud and wipes her chin. "sorry, bun," she says, heavily breathing, "you just taste so goddamn sweet, i had to!"

as abby starts to walk away [you assume it's to help you clean up so you guys can sleep], you slowly drift away into a deep sleep..

"nuh uh, 'm not done with you, mama."

your eyes force open, eyes immediately landing on abby's bare chest. she was almost never topless around you - except when you two showered together - but it wasn't a norm in the house. you unintentionally whisper, "you're so beautiful," causing a wide smile to go across abby's kind face. "thank you, baby," she replied, "c'mere." she patted the edge of the bed. her usual black strap was buckled on, intimidating you from the end of the bed.

you crawl to the edge, sitting on your feet when you reach abby. she giggles, "get on your back, babe. you know the drill." you follow her orders, slightly chuckling at your mistake. as she lines herself up with your slit, she caresses your face, just telling you how much she loves you; "love you so much, bun. i'm so lucky to have you, y'know that, right?" she peppers small pecks along your face in between, smiling at your perfect face.

"'m gonna go all in, okay? jus' let me know when i can move," she warns. you nod, slightly nervous. the strap seemed bigger than usual; a bit wider too. it made you think she'd rip you apart with this thing! but as she bottomed out, the sharp painful sensation was short lived and replaced with a more pleasant sensation, the feeling of being full. and not just full, but full of her.

you start to slightly grind on her cock, trying to get any pleasure. the desperate motion making abby smirk and slam into you again, this time earning a loud, pathetic yelp from you. she continues to slam into you, holding your hips for leverage. "yea, keep makin' those pretty sounds for me," she groans, almost in an animalistic way. all you can do is tell her how good you feel, hands gripping onto her toned biceps.

she brings a hand down, right over your abdomen, pressing slightly. "you feel me right there, yea?" there's a slight bulge where her strap is; the sight makes you drool slightly. you nod feverishly, focusing on her voice and her dick pounding into you. her hips snap back and forth, squishing sounds filling the dimly lit room.

she, on the other hand, is hyper-focused on watching the black silicone disappear inside your gushing cunt, a vague white ring forming around the base of her cock. the sight alone has her pussydrunk and practically forming a pool in between her thighs. "such a messy fucking cunt," she murmurs. "wish i could fucking - shit - fill that little pussy up."

your moans become louder, your grip tightening on the meat of her muscles. your head goes back, putting the hickeys she gave you on full display. "oh, you fucking like that, huh?" she places both hands on either side of your head, still fucking you at a relentless pace. every thrust she does, her tits bounce slightly in front of you. her hair frames her face perfectly, the sweat beads racing down her skin as she pounds into you.

"holy fuck," you whimper. her cock, buried deep inside your greedy little cunt, hits that spongy spot inside of you, making you go insane. she smirks, she knows what she's doing. "what? speak up, princess," she speaks, a mocking tone laced in her words.

"s-so good," a choked moan cuts you short.

"you like the way 'm fucking you? like the way that dick got you going crazy, huh?"

a string of yesyesyes's is all you can get out, too lost in your own pleasure.

"wan' me to fuck my baby into you?" she's out of breath, start to whimper, but she doesn't slow down or stop. she just keeps. on. pounding. she's chasing her orgasm, clit bumping against the base of the strap. you're just a wailing, helpless mess under her, begging for her to cum into you. "i need it, p-please, abs!"

she moans loudly as her thrusts get sloppier, slowing down slightly. you feel a thick liquid unleash into your hole, filling you up. the new feeling causing you to gasp, looking down at where you two met. abby fully pulls out after a few seconds, when a gush of white liquid slowly drips out of your stuffed cunt. she whispers, "fuck, that's a pretty sight to see." using one hand, she spreads you open, your fucked-out hole on display, just for her.

you're still trying to steady your breathing, getting more tired by the second. abby sits on the bed next to you, pulling you into her lap. she caresses your face once again, "did so good f'me, baby. happy anniversary." she kisses your forehead, cuddling you close to her body. before you fully fall asleep, she picks you up, bridal style.

"wh- what are you doing?" you question, half asleep.

"gotta clean you up, babe." she giggles at your sleepy voice.

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after a long, warm bubble bath together and a small cleaning session, you and abby finally lay back on the couch to watch a movie and cuddle.

"y'know what, babe?" she asks, shoveling chocolate cake into her mouth.

"what?"

"i wish i could actually get you pregnant."

you slightly giggle at that, "me too."

"i also want to marry you. really badly." she's looking at your face now, reading into your soul.

"we should get married," you speak, thoughtfully. what's the point of her bringing this u-

she gets up unexpectedly, walking over to your giftbag. confused, you ask, "what's up?" she pulls out that small box you saw earlier. "oh, nothing.." she walks in front of you, then dips down onto one knee.

you gasp. is this really happening? right here right now?? someone pinch me.

"y/n, you've made me the happiest woman on earth for the past 3 years we've been together. not to mention the first 4 of us being friends. now, i'm not gonna give a long, sappy speech during this amazing moment," she slightly chuckles, "but i want to ask you.. will you be my wife?" she opens the box, a shiny ring glistening in the light.

you can't see it that well since tears well up in your eyes. you could've never asked for anyone better than abby. she's made you a better person overall. she's been there for you, even in your darkest times. you nod, wiping your tears.

she's slightly chuckling, which you don't realize until your eyes clear. it's.. a minecraft ring. specifically a minecraft rose on a thick band of gold. you laugh and let her slide it on your ring finger.

"i'm sorry," she's still giggling as she gets up from the floor, "i saw this while i was out and i was like 'this is perfect.'" you're also giggling, "it is perfect. thank you, baby."

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a/n: abby's such a jokester! anyway hope u guys enjoyed this took forever!

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[dixons-sunshine]

Imagine this…. for the young daryl X young reader au

Reader has a camcorder which she carries around when her and daryl go on little trips and they end up finding it again after years for whatever reason and it’s a nice little fluffy scene where they relive earlier times together before everything

A Trip Down Memory Lane | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine.*

Summary: While unpacking your things for your new apartment with Daryl, you stumbled across an old video camera you had used to film little moments between you and Daryl in your teen years. A visit down memory lane gives Daryl the push he needed to ask you something important.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Pre outbreak.

Part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams universe.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: This request was so cute! I hope you don't mind that I paired it with another idea I had. It just seemed like it would fit perfectly. And I made Daryl romantic in this because he's a romantic deep down.

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“Dear god, what the fuck was I thinking? That style was horrible!”

Daryl laughed at your comment, pulling you closer into his side. “I think ya looked cute. Kinda like Minnie Mouse in a way.”

“That doesn't make it any less horrible. Polka dots and frilly pink headbands are not my thing,” you laughed, skipping to the next video on the video camera you had found.

You and Daryl were in the midst of unpacking the boxes with all of your things. The two of you had just recently found a cheap enough apartment to rent and were busy organising everything when you had stumbled upon an old video camera that you had used when you were teenagers. Everything else was quickly forgotten as you and Daryl sat in the middle of what should be the living room, surrounded by a bunch of boxes as you took a trip down memory lane.

“Fuck, please tell me tha' ain't me,” Daryl groaned when a younger version of him appeared on the screen. “Jesus, buddy. Ya ever heard of sunlight? It'd do ya good to work on yer tan. Ya look like a fuckin' sheet of paper.”

You chuckled at the comment, nodding your head in agreement. “You do kinda look pale in this.”

“Looks like I needed at least 50 blood transfusions. M'surprised I didn't drop dead back then,” Daryl agreed, shaking his head in disapproval of his former self. “Can't believe s'already been a decade. Feels like jus' yesterday when we were back in yer mom's trailer.”

“Time flies. Now we're moving in to what is hopefully our last apartment for a while. You've got a great job down at that motorcycle repair shop and I've got a great teaching gig,” you replied, placing the video camera down next to you.

Daryl nodded. “Mhm,” he agreed, before giving you a playful smile. “Dun' know 'bout yer gig, though. Those five year olds are gremlins. They're gon' eat ya alive when ya start on Monday. Ya dun' stand a chance.”

You faked an offended gasp and shoved him lightly, eliciting a laugh from him. “I'll have you know, Mr Dixon, that I'm more than capable of handling a couple of five year olds. I've been doing it for two years.”

Daryl smiled and pulled you closer into his side, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Yeah, I know. S'those high schoolers yer plannin' on teachin' one day tha's gon' eat ya up. Teenagers are the real ones ya should look out for.”

“Luckily that won't be for a while. I'm quite content on just teaching the little ones for now,” you responded, nuzzling your face into his chest. “And teenagers aren't that bad. Most of them are just misunderstood. Some of them are in situations a lot like—”

Despite cutting yourself off, Daryl knew exactly what you meant. If it were any other person, Daryl would've gotten pissed, but it wasn't just any other person. It was you, the love of his life, the person who's stuck with him despite everything, because of everything. He wouldn't fault you for one slip up. God only knows he'd said so much worse a couple of years ago, but you forgave him.

You were amazing to him like that.

“Situations a lot like wha' I went through,” Daryl finished for you, letting out a deep sigh.

“Sorry,” you hurriedly apologised, pulling back slightly to look into your boyfriend's eyes. “I didn't mean to bring it up. I—”

A tender kiss to your lips shut you up instantly. When Daryl pulled back, he gave you a reassuring smile. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel like he'd get mad at you for one minor slip of the tongue.

“S'alrigh',” he reassured you. “M'not mad. And yer righ'. There's way too many kids tha' go through wha' I went through. Tha's why any highschool would be lucky to have ya. Ya could help a lot of kids in situations like tha'. No, ya will help a lot of kids in situations like tha'. Jus' like ya helped me.”

You smiled and gently cupped his cheek, bringing him into a sweet kiss. “I love you,” you whispered when you pulled away, resting your forehead against his.

“I love ya too. More than ya'll ever know,” he responded, before pulling away and reaching for something in his pocket. “But maybe this will give ya a glimmer of how much I love ya.”

You gasped in surprise, happy tears welling up in your eyes. A choked up laugh escaped you, ecstasy flooding through your body as your eyes flickered between the man you loved and the small, round object he held delicately between his fingers.

A ring.

“I know this ain't the most expensive ring out there, and it dun' have some big diamond in the middle tha's worth more than this apartment, but m'hopin' s'enough. If I could get a better one, I would, and I will someday. Someday when I finally get promoted and yer teachin' high schoolers, when we dun' have to worry 'bout rent and shit like tha'.”

You smiled through your tears, another small laugh escaping. “Daryl—”

“Nah, please let me finish 'fore I chicken out,” he cut you off. When you nodded, he continued. “Ya've always been there fer me. Ever since we were twelve and ya started joinin' me by tha' river. When I needed ya the most, ya were always there with a reassurin' smile and a willin' ear. Then ya became my girlfriend ten years ago, and despite everythin', ya've stuck with me. Despite my outbursts, my baggage, my brother...”

You laughed at that. “I really don't like your brother.”

Daryl chuckled and nodded. “I know, but ya stayed. Fer ten years now, ya've been by my side. Yer my best friend, my partner in crime, the love of my life, and there's no one I wanna spend the rest of my days with than the beautiful, kind, funny, smart woman right in front of me. Yer my ray of sunshine, the one who always manages to make me feel better.”

Daryl adjusted himself until he was on one knee in front of you. Your breath got caught in your throat, and you scrambled to sit on your knees, your eyes sparkling in wonder as the ring glinted in the light.

“Sunshine, would ya do me the honour of bein' my wife?”

Words completely eluded you at that moment. You quickly grabbed his face and brought him into a kiss, that particular kiss conveying more than words ever could. When you pulled away, you smiled softly at him.

“Yes, I'll marry you. You didn't even have to ask.”

Daryl let out a sigh of relief and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly. “God, tha' was nerve wrackin'.”

You laughed as you pulled away from the hug. “I bet. You know, for a man of few words, that speech was kind of incredible. It definitely beat the one I had planned for you.”

Daryl frowned in confusion. “Wha' speech fer me?”

Nervously, you reached into your own pocket and pulled out a silver band. Daryl's eyes widened in surprise as you showed him the ring you had.

“I was kinda getting fed up with waiting for you to pop the question, so I was gonna take matters into my own hands.”

Daryl let out a laugh of surprise and shook his head. “Wow,” he mused. “Gender roles be damned, huh?”

“Damn straight,” you agreed, before motioning to the ring in his hand. “You can slip the ring on my finger, Mr Dixon.”

Complying with your request, he slipped the ring onto your finger. Before you even had to ask, Daryl extended his left hand to you. You smiled and slipped his own ring onto his finger.

Looking at the ring, Daryl smiled fondly. “Ya continue to surprise me everyday, Mrs Dixon.”

“I'm not a Dixon yet,” you reminded him, allowing him to pull you into his arms for the millionth time that day. “But I could be one soon. Maybe tomorrow, even.”

“Ya suggestin' we elope?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at the idea—an idea that sounded absolutely perfect to him. “Yer mom would kill us if she found out.”

“Well,” you began, admiring the ring on your finger. “It's better to ask for forgiveness than permission. Besides, we don't need some elaborate wedding to show how much we love each other. All we need is each other, and someone willing to officiate. We can go to the courthouse tomorrow.”

“Tha' sounds absolutely perfect,” Daryl agreed, pressing a kiss to your head.

“By the way, if you buy me another ring in the future to replace this one, I will be pissed. This ring is perfect.”

“Whatever makes ya happy, Mrs Dixon. I love ya.”

“I love you too.”

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[cynthiav06]

Question. do you think Percy should have stayed Single? Or ended up with somebody other than Annabeth? I Really think he should have stayed Single. Because I personally don't Like Percabeth, I don't Ship Percabeth and I don't Like Annabeth at all because of the way the Shippers act, or The way the characters themselves in Canon Act, like how Percy just does whatever Annabeth says, or how Percy is scared of Annabeth, Or how fans make it seem like Percy would become an Emo Edge Lord if something happened to Annabeth, Or How much she Belittles and Degrades him (I hate the nickname Seaweed brain), Especially since she acts like Percy cant do anything without her That moment when She and Reyna were talking about how ("Percy Couldn't find his way out of a Paper Bag without you")Made me SO mad it made me Dislike Annabeth even more and Dislike the Percabeth Ship as a Whole, I even hated when she Pretty much Restricted percy of using his powers You Know? "The sea doesn't like to be Restrained" well here it is.. being restrained...Exactly what it hates, and I hate how the Fandom makes Percabeth a Godly Ship saying they are the "It Couple" which they aren't and how They treat anyone who doesn't like Percabeth or Ships Percy with someone else other then Annabeth, but the one thing I HATE the most is how they make EVERYTHING percy Does Romantic for Annabeth like she's the only person who matters to him (Percy Only Remembering Annabeth (a Girl he's Known for only a couple years) Instead of The woman Who RAISED him by a goddess who isn't even the goddess of Love Made me SO MAD and Even when Annabeth made Percy remember when he was in the River Styx when it should have been his Mom made me mad) which is why I mostly believe that Percy Should have just stayed Single (I'm all for an Aromantic Percy) or At least Give him a Love interest who he can be Comfortable around and doesn't have to Constantly walk on Eggshells around her (I wished he Dated Rachel) or Hell Even make him Gay i've saw characters who have Better chemistry with Percy then Annabeth IMO but this all just my opinion.

You honestly don't know how long I could rant on this exact subject.

It's partly Annabeth's fault, and it's partly Rick's fault.

Anyone and everyone who has read the Pjo and HoO series should have noticed how illogical Percy's personality change was.

Percy Jackson, the hero of Olympus and the strongest demigod to ever live, sassy as can be, laid back but scary beyond measure if you cross him and an absolute menace to his enemies and loyal to death.

That's who he is, and Rick remembered that initially, and even till Son of Neptune then he just forgot how Percy someone he himself wrote to be this way is.

It's like Percy has no identity of his own, and he is only significant if he is with Annabeth. Like hello, he's the main character people, is the Fandom seriously going to degrade the main character, especially when the said mc is Percy Jackson???

Percy, despite his own issues, is and will always be foremost in helping people. He would be the first person to help keep the seven together. He would be the first to try and make a bond. He wouldn't have some stupid and illogical and totally ooc beef with Jason. Instead, he would help Jason be more sure of himself to stand up to Jupiter and for himself.

He would help Leo personally to bring back Calypso and they would both shit talk Olympians and how fickle their oaths are.

He would literally do anything to save Nico. Like hello, are you telling me that the boy who at 14 took it upon himself to bear the Great Prophecy, which he thought who end up killing him just to save Nico from that fate????? He would go absolutely madly feral to save Nico from the Giants.

If Piper and Reyna had their screws all properly fit they would see that Annabeth and literally everyone else would be all left to die if it wasn't for Percy. Percy gets himself out of everything by his own efforts and his own strategies. (Annabeth's rarely work). It's time the Fandom acknowledges that the best strategist in the verse is Percy, no questions asked and finally give him due credit for all HIS efforts.

Percy would never ever leave Sally unless it was for a quest, especially not when she was pregnant and absolutely not to go to college, something he hates especially when it concerns New Rome.

Here's a thing about Percabeth shippers they care about Annabeth's plans and her dreams, not Percy's. It is literally so out of character for Percy to want to live in New Rome a place that invests in a child army, a place that despises his father and wouldn't even build him a decent temple, a place so extremely cut off from the sea.

If Percy wanted to live in peace and grow old, he would do it in a place of his choosing close to his mother, Paul and Estelle, and close to the sea. But here's the thing about Percy.

I don't think people get this, but Percy can't just up and leave, nor would he want to. His damned fatal flaw is LOYALTY. He would never ever leave demigods or anyone helpless by leaving Camp Half Blood. Sure he would take less quests on but he would ALWAYS stick around and Rick did him so dirty by making all his thoughts revolve around Annabeth and insinuating he would let others suffer just fine to be with Annabeth.

Percy gave up immortality because he took Sally's teaching to heart as she did so too when she denied Poseidon's offer. He did it for himself for demigods it didn't have shit to do with Annabeth, but of course, he would look at her because she represents his life as a demigod.

Rick making Percy see Annabeth near the Styx and making him remember Annabeth instead of Sally is just him bullshitting. We all know Percy is a mama's boy, and he would do right by Sally always, so him giving a girl who he has known for barely long enough has no basis to it.

And Percabeth stans literally can't take a mention of a single alternate Percy pairing that alone is the biggest red flag. Because they know their ship is toxic and that Annabeth is the root of it.

For the PEOPLE IN THE BACK aka toxic stans:

Annabeth's fatal flaw is HUBRIS, and she is by nature controlling and condescending, and her character had the chance to GROW and CHANGE, and it would have been the most epic character growth sequel but she did not and she is CONTROLLING, DISMISSIVE , DEMEANING.

The newest Read Riordan entry literally has Annabeth saying that she needs to catch up to Percy cause he scores a better grade than her in school (even there Percy is smarter folks there you have it) and she literally says if she doesn't catch up Percy might start calling her SEAWEED BRAIN. So it is a demeaning nickname she gives Percy and continues calling him that even after knowing how Gabe similarly verbally abused Percy.

This is the fandom's IT couple? Wow. Percy literally is going against his own nature of being free and unrestrained like the sea because of Annabeth's controlling nature.

The worst of her behavior is when she blames Percy for his disappearance when she dismissed him when he was talking about his trauma induced by Gabe, her beyond toxic treatment of Rachel, especially when she unreasonably asked Percy to supress the use of the very power that got them out alive (she is scared naturally but she cannot force her own fear on Percy when he did nothing wrong).

So yeah, Percy Jackson with anyone but Annabeth. I am all for aromantic Percy, but personally, I find Perachel to be more appealing.

Trust me, I could rant about this for hours, especially how Rick butchered Percy's personality and made it full of Annabeth, especially how he threw Percy's insecurities and trauma and PTSD out of the gutter post tartarus.

[changisworld]

Kisses & Ribbons

What better day to write my first Hyunjin one-shot than on Valentines day <3

MDNI, OBVIOUS 18+, Smut warnings under the cut.

Word count; 2,301

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SMUT WARNINGS: Marking{f receive} Shibari, PIV, Use of vibrator, lots of praise, a few spanks, spit, creampie, lovemaking, quite fluffy, aftercare, oral {f receive}, experimenting, mention of safe word but not used, flavoured lube, subspace, multiple orgasms,

++ Hyunjin & Reader are married, non idol au, Hyunjin is still a hopeless romantic because DUHH.

You & Hyunjin are just back from a live Jazz music restaurant where you had both decided to spend valentines day, eating delicious food & slow dancing to the music surrounding you but cancelling out as you enjoy the closeness of your husband.

You both practically tumble through the door already kissing eachothers lips, his feeling like mini pillows against your own. You take off his long cream coloured coat & he takes off your matching one.

You both somehow make it to the bedroom before he softly places you on the bed, him following after you & his stomach on your chest, keeping his weight on his elbows & hands before breaking the kiss. "You still up for trying what we discussed, beautiful?" he asks, stroking your hair softly as his eyes glisten. You smile at him & lean up to kiss his nose & you let out an affirmative hum. "of course, i've been thinking about it ever since you mentioned it hunny" you say in a quiet voice, cheeks blushing. Hyunjin hums back at you & he disconnects himself from you, now standing up as he walks over to your shared wardrobe as he fishes out a red velvet box.

He walks over & places it on the bed, not opening it but instead looks back at you. "why not you get undressed for me baby, hmm?" He asks, his ears red & yours equally so. You undo your beige blouse & hyunjin settles himself behind you, helping you wiggle out of your black skirt & tights, kissing your shoulder & back of your neck as he does so.

Hyunjin takes his clothes off too after setting you back down on the bed, leaving him completely bare & you in your red lace thong & matching panties. Hyunjin crawls over you & begins kissing you, his knee in-between your core, your hands reach up to cup his cheeks as you subconsciously begin slowly grinding against his thigh, seeking friction. "You that desperate already baby?" he asks you, hand reaching to your core & cups it. "We can start now then pretty, as stunning as you look in this set, do you mind taking it off for me hm?" he asks you as he lifts himself off of you to reach for the red box still sitting unopened on the bed.

You wriggle your thong off your skin & unclasp your lace bra, your nipples getting hard instantly at the slight temperature change since the material has now came off. Hyunjin opens the box & pulls out a set of red rope with some pieces of ribbon still laying in the box. Your breath hitches slightly as your stomach gets butterflies looking at hyunjin, your husband, holding the rope in his hands. "Can touch it? I wanna feel it." You ask, holding your hand out, he hums & holds the rope out so you can take it as he sits down next to you.

"Are you definitely are you wanna do this sweetie? We don't need to if you're having any sort of second thoughts." Hyunjin says softly, taking the rope back off you as he leans in to your neck & gives your earlobe a couple of kisses. "Of course i want to, you know i'll tell you if i change my mind babe" you reply, eyes closing to fully take in how nice his kisses feel. Hyunjiin hums again & pulls away from your neck, your back shivering at the loss of contact.

"Okay, do you remember the safe word y/n? You can use it any time.. of course." His voice soft in tone, now straightening out the rope in his hands. "red. I won't forget." You blush as you watch hyunjins veiny hands feeling the rope. He smiles back.

"Okay baby, lie down for me for me please." You don't even think twice before crawling up so your head is on the pillows, hyunjin following behind.

Hyunjin begins tying the red rope around each of your limbs & torso, creating chriss-crosses in-between your tits, slightly pinching them before slightly manhandling you, flipping you on your back to finish the ties, kissing each inch of skin he covers. By the end, your hands are tied to your stomach, immobile, your legs connected to your hands so you're in a mating press & you have rope on the very insides of your thighs, causing a slight pinch & burn on your outer flaps. He grabs the ribbons that were still inside the box & ties them to your knees, one above your pussy & the other one on the bits of rope that cross over in-between your breasts.

Hyunjin finishes tying you up before standing up to admire hiss work & also to admire you. "Does anything pinch or hurt more than it should?" He questions, finger stroking your leg. "No, i'm fine to continue hunny." you reply, showing him a smile.

Hyunjin walks over to the bedside table beside you & pulls out some strawberry flavoured lube & a small bullet vibrator. He kisses you from the side which you gladly reciprocate, feeling extra needy. He walks around & crawls up the bed so his face is now at your now dripping cunt. "Look how wet you are jagi, my mouth is watering even looking at it.already swollen, your clit is peeking through already." He shoots you a smile & you blush instantly, getting a bit shy.

He flicks open the small bottle of flavoured lube & lets a few droplets drip onto your cunt which makes you flinch but the rope makes it impossible to move away. He opens his tongue & puts a bit of the lube on it before he moves down & takes a long, slow lick the entire way up your core, making you gasp as he lets out a groan. He pulls back to spit onto your core. "I don't know why i ate dessert earlier when i knew this can't be compared to anything on any menu in the world. Pussy is so plump & swollen because of the rope isn't it? You enjoy it this much hmm?"" He hums out, looking at you with his cat eyes. "Feels so good jinnie, don't stop, please." You tilt your head sideways to avoid the eye contact, getting shy of the position & helpless position you're currently in but he is quick to tug at one of the ropes up at your tits, making you jolt & you look back in his direction, eyes slightly watery from the burn. "Don't get all shy on me now, we're just getting started." He doesn't give you a chance to reply before he basically dives back into your folds.

He begins slurping, nibbling, kissing & straight up moans into your core which obviously sends vibrations to your clit, making you whine out even louder than hyunjins noises. He adds a finger into your wet walls & that tip you over the edge instantly, your legs try their best to shake despite the rope keeping you set in place as you come undone all down his fingers & tongue. You open your eyes as you come down from your high & realise hyunjin has been giving you kisses & sucking dark marks onto them while he waits. "Ji-jinnie need you, p-please" you pant out, still trying to catch your breath & tugging against the ropes holding your arms. "Soon, y/n, be patient. I'm not quite full yet mkay? let me show you how much i love you." you can't help but get butterflies in your stomach, despite being together for so long now.

You open your mouth to reply but the words get caught in your throat as he dives straight back into your cunt, letting his nose nudge against your clit repeatedly as his tongue now makes its way inside you, making you practically squeal. You try your best to jolt your hips away but also closer to his face at the same time, you don't even acknowledge the now buzzing vibrator now making noise until it presses against your completely ruined clit which makes you quite literally scream. "J-jin-baby too-too much!" you say, tugging against your ropes, to no use.

Hyunjin doesn't reply verbally as he now releases his tongue from your hole, your juices dripping off his tongue onto the bedsheets, joining the huge wet patch already formed on the bedsheets with the lube, spit & your juices. He drags the vibrator down from your clit & inserts it inside you as he now suctions his lips back onto your clit & begins wiggling his tongue & spitting his saliva all over your clit as he swears he can feel your clits heartbeat, at the same time he begins grinding his naked cock against the bed, getting some friction & stopping his movements every time he feels himself getting close. You are thrashing around, eyes watering & drool leaving your mouth, leaving you in a complete babbling mess.

Your next orgasm hits you before you can even warn him.. your orgasm making itself known by spraying all over the bedsheets, hyunjins face & in his mouth. He unlatches himself as you're legs are shaking uncontrollably & he smacks your thighs & red raw pussy, making you scream even more.

Hyunjin takes his breath back as he rests on his knees, looking at the state you're currently in, sweaty, drool everywhere, tears staining your cheeks, skin all red from where the rope has been rubbing against it, leaving marks he will be appreciating even after tonight & your cunt, red, pulsating & 1.5x the size it usually is.

He crawls up the bed so he is beside you,face still covered & glistening in your juices & rests his head on his hand as he grips your jaw to make you look at him. "You already floating hm? That's way faster than usual.. new record, you still wanna continue?" He asks, fingers still holding onto your jaw as he slithers his thumb into your mouth & you let him, tongue circling it slowly as you nod at his words, giving him the go-ahead.

Hyunjin gets off the bed before walking around to your side of the bed & he pulls you so your ass is against the edge of the bed & your head is in the middle. He drags his cock up & down your folds because he can't help but be addicted to the way you slightly gasp at his touch but too far in your own world to even properly react or flinch.

He spits onto his cock to lube it up that extra bit & then pulls out the vibrator, completely soaking wet as he turns it off & lays it on the bed. He pumps his cock once then lines it up to your folds before slowly pushing in.

He lets out a loud groan as his eyes snap shut & his head rises up to face the ceiling, trying his best to not blow instantly. He looks down at you to already see you looking at him, mouth slightly open as your eyebrows are slightly frowned, making faint noises. He thrusts into you slowly, both of you making noises, his much louder than yours, He wants.. needs to be closer to you so he unties your legs from where they're connected & he spreads them enough so he can lie forward, chests connecting as he begins kissing down your neck, whispering things in your ear. "so good for me hunny, trusting me like this.. you are the most beautiful person.. thing, in this entire existence, you.. feel s-so amazing my love, g'na cum in your..my pussy mkay?ffuck." He raises himself off your chest & stands back up, moving his now damp, sweat drenched hair out of his also sweat covered face.

He reaches down to tug on the rope against your tits again, dragging red marks into your flesh which makes him whine even more just simply at the sight. Your eyes are completely glossy as your tongue is rolling out of your mouth & your babbling incoherent words. Hyunjin reaches down to play with your clit again & you let out a choked louder whine at the feeling, twitching as you clamp around hyunjins dick as you come again, even stronger than the previous ones if that's even possible which makes Hyunjins hips stutter.

"cummin' around me b-baby? g-g-d you're a w-w-work of art, my own muse, gna cum, t-t-you feel too good." He grunts as he leans into you again, stroking your cheek & your hair s he cums inside you, biting down on his pink plump lips as his own orgasm shoots through his veins.

You both stay in this position for a few minutes, heavy breathing & little whimpers filling the room. Hyunjin uses the rest of his strength to pick himself up again & he begins untying you from the rope, kissing all of the red marks & soothing them with his fingers. He leans up & kisses your lips & tip of your nose before he grabs a damp towel he set on the dresser before the scene started & slowly wipes your cunt, cleaning it up & trying to help calm down some of the swelling.

He positions you back up so your head is on the pillows & comes up & lies next to you as he gets the bottle of water he had left in the bedroom & opens it & holds it to your lips. "cmon baba, you gotta drink this, hm? this took a lot out of you" he whispers in your ear, you don't reply but you part your lips for him to feed you some water which you swallow. He places the water bottle back on the bedside table & he cuddles into you, surrounding you in his warmth as he kisses all possible areas he can reach of you. "Happpy valentines day, my love" he says, kissing your earlobe, admiring you as your eyes shut, breathing now calming down as you nuzzle yourself in his chest, skin on skin as you're both still lying naked, no noise in the room except the clock ticking & your breathing.

[moon-song-and-star]

@graveyardparade look what you've done to me.

They wrote a lovely post about how justifiable Riz's fear of being alone is as an Aroace person who's only seen financial stability in romantic couples, I'll link in at the bottom.

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Adventures end, and Riz is terrified of the inevitable settling down of his party. One day, the Bad Kids, all grown up now, finish a campaign and leave for separate houses, and Riz just knows it'll be the end. They'll fall apart, like Lydia Barkrock's party did, and he'll be alone. He fights tears tooth and nail that night.

Then, it happens like this:

Fabian's never not lived in a big ass house, why change that? So he buys that big ass house and immediately hates it. It's lonely. He stumbles through an awkward, fast confession style explanation of this to Adaine and both of them hear an invitation when it's over.

Adaine's living in a shitty apartment with Aelwyn. This Elvin Oracle gig still doesn't pay. Adaine loves her sister so much, but damn does that woman not take care of herself. She's ace and comfortably single, and she immediately agrees to move in. He's got a tower, come on, that's her thing.

Neither Fabian nor Adaine remember when Kristen decided to stay. Grown up though she is, she's still a fucking mess when her relationships end, so crashing the guest bed and crying about her ex girlfriend eventually turns into fully living there. Kristen remembers. She'd had thought that she'd never been happier, and started calling it home the next day.

Eternally stable mechanic Gorgug and his chill partner buy the more orc acessibly sized place across the way, and they eat dinner at the house Fig lovingly calls Bad Kids Headquarters, or BKHQ, nearly every night.

Fig and Ayda don't settle. Both of them want to travel the world, and Aydas got her nest in Compass Points already, but there's a door from the HQ that goes straight there, and they come and hang at least once a week. Fig has a bi-weekly jam sesh with Gorgug, and her room has a rad four poster bed.

When Riz gets back from his (admittedly a little time-fucky) undercover gig for Angel Dad, a guest room's been converted to an offic space. It's got one door to five places (Bastion City, Leviathan, Fallinel, home in Elmville, and Gravalvia in the Baronies, which Fabian thought would be funny) and another door to the conjoining room, also redone. Said room includes a second and third murder board, a desk, a fully stocked mini fridge for the hyperfocus hours and no bed. All the walls are decked out like a cat tower with plenty of places to obsess, theorize, scramble around, and hunker down when sleep finally comes to catch him. His friends smile at him when they tell him it's his. Kristen and Fig drag him around the rooms, pointing, and Adaine tells him about spell building with Ayda for the Howl's Moving Castle style office door, while Fabian grabs his suitcase and Gorgug mentions the Small size accessibility stuff they'd just finished installing.

Riz was wrong. As if his friends (no hey, The Ball, we're family, don't you know that by now?) sorry, family would ever give up on him.

Riz cries. It feels better than he thought it would.

Link to the post that inspired whatever the fuck that was:

[via-l0ve]

Hello! I've been binging your fics/imagines lately and I just can't get enough! I don't know if this was ever done before, but--

Could you do a general, platonic (perhaps mildly romantic, like how I see Dean kinda gushing over Y/N idk, your choice!) imagine on how the men (Sam, Dean, Castiel, maybe Crowley [which would be funny]) would react to Y/N being some kind of powerful angel, like that sits at a pretty high rank and has the power to do all sorts of stuff? Healing, destroying, anger being so destructive it could kill a human (but albeit a peaceful being). This angel would probably serve as a guardian to the Winchesters, or a superior to Cass or a complete surprise and maybe unlikely companion for Crowley? I imagine it'd be a scenario where they're saved last second during a massive fight, probably get to know er type deal. This sounds kind of cheesy as I ask someone else to write this but I hope it doesn't sound too weird, I almost wanna go anonymous HAHA. I know this is VERY specific but I don't wanna confuse you! It's something I wanna write out into a fic myself but the way you write would make it super interesting! :)

So sorry if this was too much, I'm very descriptive!

Angel. (SPN pref!) 🩷

a/n: stop omg. this idea is so cool! also - thank you for the kind words!! i appreciate you so much!! i hope you enjoy this!

warnings: slightly romantic!!

Dean:

Dean met you on a hunt

he was being himself and basically bleeding out, but he was still fighting

you, being in charge of the dink, had to come down and help out

when you appear, a bolt of white light strikes the ground and your voice projects through the atmosphere

“you will not hurt this man.” you say, hair blowing in the wind and eyes glowing

dean was flabbergasted, also a little scared, but also a little bit in love

eventually you just kill the entire vampire nest because they’re stupid and you turn to dean.

“are you okay?”

he’s even more confused because this angel just came down and slaughtered the threats to him and now they’re talking so.. nice.

you heal his wounds and boom. now he’s your friend

he follows you around like a lost puppy and also brags that he’s friends with not one, but two angels, and one is even more powerful and higher up than fucking CASTIEL.

as he gets to know you he knows how sweet you are and it inteigues him even more because - as i said, you’re a powerful angel who can kill anyone but you’re so nice to him, Sam, Bobby and Cas.

the first time he sees you angry he literally gets all red and falls for you

—

Sam:

You first met sam when he was basically bleeding out in a motel room

Dean had gone to get food and sam had been hiding a pretty nasty gash from him

so now he was sitting alone trying to patch himself up (and being unsuccessful)

so, you made your appearance and tried to keep him calm

you appeared and he saw you and went 👁️👄👁️

“it’s okay. i’m an angel. i will not hurt you.” you say softly, stepping towards him

sam is still a little wary but he lets you heal him

you press your fingers to his forehead and he’s all good (albeit a little scared hahah)

he always has the smuggest little smirk on his face when you get angry on his behalf

he likes the feeling of having such a powerful being watching over him all the time but it also makes him nervous because of… his past💀

addicts recover

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Castiel:

When you came down from heaven to help the Winchesters and Castiel, he was happy to see you

he knew, despite rebelling from heaven, you wouldn’t judge him

he spends a lot of time near you

like, standing right next to you

i like to think that you have better “people skills” than him for whatever reason (it’s just funny) and he just kind of sticks to you ykwim

he thinks you’re so cool

he dosent step in to help you in fights because he knows you can handle it and kill anyone you want

he’s blushing and kicking his feet when he sees you🤭🤭🤭

absolute power couple if you guys got together like omg

but yeah

he always defends you if anyone says shit

he’s just such a cutie pie

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Crowley:

you popped in when crowley was holding dean and sam hostage

you came into the room, eyes rolling already.

“let them go.” you said, voice sounding bored as you’d done this multiple times already.

crowley looks at you

“oh god, you again.” he scoffs

BUT he dosent even bother to argue and lets them go

which shocks the boys because that’s not like crowley

but he’s smitten for you

it’s giving enemies to lovers

but anyways

you guys have many encounters and end up talking a lot

crowley talks about hell and you talk about heaven

and he finds himself not hating you

and suddenly he wants to be around you more and learn about you and watch you be a badass angel

[loving-azerath]

i usually like hiding in anonland but here i am! would love headcanons about tf 141 (and maybe könig) preparing to propose and like how they'd do it! maybe show or describe the rings too 😌💕

i've been craving ghost, könig, and gaz content but whatever you're most comfortable writing!

Oh BOY did you go to the right writer for this LMAO

So Captain Price, he is old fashioned. He knew after a year or so of dating. He would...if you have a father or a good relationship with him (Lets be honest if you like Captain price that isn't likely) he would ask him for your hand. He would probably keep it a secret from everyone. Not risking his team accidentally letting it slip to you. He would also listen to you I think. He would enjoy prying the information on how you want to be proposed to. "Could ever see yourself being on the big screen of one of those? Askin' to be make a man's dreams come true?" He would ask, as you watch kisscams on your phone. You would tell him, if you want it private or not and he would commit to memory. You would never see it coming and it would be everything. When you say yes he would smoke a cigar to celebrate and ask you to make a facebook post because he doesn't want to mess up the announcement.

Simon Ghost Daddy Riley, he isn't one for a lot of attention and he probably also didn't think he would find someone to marry. So he would get the ring, with the help of at least one trusted person. He would ask them to make sure your nails are done or that you are in the perfect mood just to make sure nothing goes wrong. He would probably doing it in the most intimate setting. Between the sheets? Maybe. In his car after a long drive? Maybe. Would he watch you cooking breakfast for them, and not be able to contain himself anymore? Getting on his knees behind you and grabbing your hand. Yes. Omg. When you say yes, he would shower you in praise about what a beautiful bride you will be. How much he can't wait for you to be his wife. The sex though? More possessive. You are his future Wife now. New kinks unlocked for this man for sure.

Johnny Soap MacTavish, this man is too proud to do it quietly. He wants everyone to hear you say yes to him. He would do it in a pub, or in front of the team. Two drinks in for courage. He would have gotten the ring like six weeks after dating. Knowing you were the one almost as soon as you flashed him the right smile after a horrible joke. Now here he is in the pub, his friends hooting and hollaring while he gets down on his knee and asks you. When you say yes the drinks that are practically thrown in the air. He would lift you for sure, spinning you around and kissing you (might be turning into a soap girly)

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, let me tell you right now this cheeky little shit. Knew you would say yes. Had the ring on him at all times and would take pictures of it near you while you were looking for at least two months until you finally catch him at breakfast. He would sit there with a SHIT EATING GRIN and say something like "Bout time, love. Startin to think you lacked complete situational awareess" He also knew you were the one after 6 months when you don't hate him for being deployed. and Fuck him like a whore when he gets back (might be turning into a Gaz girl too...fuck)

Konig, my sweet sweet Schatz. He got the ring, but holds onto it for a LONG TIME. He is SCARED. Now he is a confident man in a lot of ways. In his skills, his size, his rank. He knows his shit and he knows it. However, you are his weakspot. Disappointing you is something that would kill this man. So he would spend months and months planning and making sure everything is perfect. Most likely a romantic dinner, private so he can remove his hood. SO you can see his whole face as he asks you. He would be shaking and when you say yes he has to ask "ReallY?" A couple times before getting a little too excited and scooping you up. Ya'll have the nastiest sex after too...

[astrok1dz]

❤️ Glad you’re back! ❤️

I can’t remember your request guidelines rn so I’m gonna play it safe. Coddling and complimenting Eddie? 👀

RRRAHHHH THAT WAS QUICK!!!!!!! ALR, YES. Eddie needs to be spoiled and just. so much attention. I am very much willing to give that to him. that being said

cw: Eddie being traumatized (duh), a bit of angst, a dash of relationship issues, dw they fix it, happy ending, fluff

Never Too Much

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okay so bc of Eddie's past, we know he most probably has a lot of trouble getting into relationships, let alone romantic ones.

so when he met you, and obsessed over you, of course, he felt so lucky he could even breathe the same air as you

but nothing good ever lasts for him, everything is ripped away from him by this god forsaken city. he tries not to get too attached (and fails miserably) so he's shy for longer than he should be.

he's just trying to be prepared for when you'll leave him.

he's absolutely surprised when you don't

he doesn't say anything, of course, but he's just utterly confused

how? how didn't you leave him? all this city had taught him was how he wasn't good enough, how he was different, and how different people, people like him, don't get anything nice. don't deserve anything nice.

you notice this. you always do. it's not hard to tell when he's overthinking. he'll stop and take deep breaths or immerse himself in puzzles, but you're working on communication

you decide to start coddling Edward. to spoil him a little bit.

it doesn't even have to be something big, he'll be grateful for whatever you give him, although he doesn't quite know how to tell you or thank you properly

Eddie hadn't been your Eddie for the last two weeks or so, consumed with work and his plans to cleanse the city. He hadn't had the energy to be quite romantic or intimate lately, so things had been a little colder than usual. It hurt. Did he not love you?

One day you realized your mistake. Eddie? Your Eddie worshipped you. Sure, he could have his bad moments and want some time to himself, but after all the neglect and abuse he'd lived, he probably wanted to be coddled. He just was too embarrassed to ask you to do it. No wonder things had been like this. It was your turn to take the lead.

Now you knew, and you decided to take matters into your own hands. For the last couple of weeks you had been thinking of little ways to make him feel better, and today would finally be the day when you unleashed them all onto little unsuspecting Edward.

You hear the creak and slam of the door to your apartment. In comes Edward's tumbling silhouette, shuffling around to plop down on the couch next to you. Your sweet boy, all tired from work, all tired from this city. He always was.

"Eddie! Oh honey I missed you so much...", you coo, and his heart melts, because although he knows you adore him, he's used to having his absence not quite matter.

He's silent as he shuffles a little closer to you, and you immediately receive him with open arms and an inviting hug.

"Tough day?", you ask, and he nods. You do as well, and hold his shoulders.

"I got a little surprise for you, c'mon, follow me", you tell him. He looks at you, eyebrows knitted in confusion. You help him get up and slowly peel off his jacket, take his hand, and lead him to your bathroom.

He doesn't even get to see what it is before a sweet aroma invades his nostrils. Your tiny bathroom, adorned with scented candles, bubbles and rose petals floating on your tiny tub (if you could call it that).

What?

He looks at you, confused. Why would you do this? Why you, such an angelic being, the antithesis of this dirty city, do this for him, a broken man?

"I- you didn't-", he starts.

"I didn't have to, I know. But you've been so stressed lately and I wanted to help you relax...", you explain kindly. You start shredding your clothes, ready to enter the tub with him. You extend your hand to him, and he feels as if he's being dragged to the pearly gates of heaven.

"Besides, I've been missing you so much... I wanted you all to myself a lil' bit...", you say, and ignore the sting in your eyes. You really did miss him so so much...

"You can have me all to yourself whenever you want (Y/n)...", he stutters out, feeling guilty.

"Oh...", you let out. There he was, so kind, so sweet to you, so unapologetically yours.

"Well, in that case...", you say, almost seductively, but cover up a little once again when you remember your appearance. You were so busy planning this whole thing for today, you hadn't even shaved, you hadn't taken care of yourself. It felt overwhelming. What if your appearance ruined this whole things for him?

"Shit- I didn't- I forgot to- Sorry-"

He stares at you, but his eyes sparkle and his round face is flushed as if this was the first time he's ever seen you (which you both know is not the case).

"You know I don't care about those things. I want to see you...", he says, taking your hand. He looks at you, eyes full of adoration. His hands make their way to your waist and caress it gently, bringing you closer. He leaves a chaste kiss on your lips.

A few happy tears escape your eyes. There he was, the Eddie you've been missing. You help him undress, hands sliding lovingly over every inch of skin you know he's not fond of. Eddie. Your Eddie, so soft and round and most of all, so gentle.

You both get in the tub, cuddled up together. You don't even need to say a word. You both occasionally ask each other questions regarding doubts or insecurities, and reassure each other. When you're both satisfied with each other's answers you share the silence, snuggled up.

"You're so pretty, Eddie... my baby..."

He shivers, and you keep going.

"I love you, Eddie. You're kind and so so sweet. You deserve this, Eddie"

You notice by the way he shakes that now it's his turn to cry, happy cry, of course.

"My baby, you're so strong... You're safe here, you're okay. I love you Eddie, I'll never leave you". You coo.

He sobs, feeling free to break down in your presence. You kiss his tears away.

"Th-Thank you... you're too good to me... you do too much...", he hiccups.

"Oh, but don't you get it, Eddie? It's never too much", you reply, and for the first time, he begins to believe it.

[wjhik]

Pussy (Jude Bellingham)

A/N: Angsty one

Warnings: Slightly toxic jude; pushy reader; very light injury

Y/N's POV:

Jude knows I'm not a virgin. Him and I were best friends for so long, but we got romantic, technically more confused, about 2 months ago. I kissed him on a drunken night, and then he stayed the night with me. Not sleeping with me though. Then he popped the 'what are we' question. I've liked Jude for a while, but I can't help but feel like he doesn't feel the same way. He's not that romantic with me. He doesn't want to take me on dates or get me flowers, but he always wants to be touching me or have me touching him. He never calls me his, but never lets anyone near me. I've asked him about a relationship, and he explained to me how he moves around too much, and he only wants the best for me. I understand where he's coming from. If he just wants to stay friends, I get that. Even if he just thinks of me as a bootycall, I get that. At this point, I don't even know what he wants. He refuses to have sex with me.

Jude is sitting with me on my couch. He has his head on my chest and my hands are running through his hair. I've been staring at the back of his head for the past 5 minutes, contemplating our relationship. My train of thoughts is interrupted by Jude asking me the time. "8:32. Why?" I ask him. "I'm gonna go out with the boys at 9:30. I think they're bringing the girls, too. You're welcome to come." He tells me. Jude had his friend group and I had mine. Him and I have known each other forever, but we introduced our friends to each other a few years ago. We all turned into one huge friend group, some of my friends dating his, so our hangouts are usually quite fun for both of us. "Yeah, I'll come. Let me get ready."

"Hey, babes. You coming out today? Did Jude tell you?" Milly asks me. I put my phone on speaker phone and continue doing my makeup. "Yeah, he told me. I'm getting ready now." I tell her, brushing my cheeks with a rosy pink. "Alright. Need a ride? Jane and I are sharing an Uber. Want to share with us?" She asks me. "Nah, it's alright. I'm coming with Jude." I reply. "Ooohh. Juju's bringing his missus?" Jane, in the background, says in a singsongy tone. She's obviously already begun her drinking for the night. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. See you lot there. Love ya's"     I tell them, hanging up.

"Ready? Whoa." Jude says, looking up from his phone, leaning against the door frame. He walks over to me and wraps his arms around my waist, his face in the crook of the neck and swaying us back and forth. "You look and smell amazing, love." He says, placing a light kiss on my neck. I can feel my stomach doing somersaults. This is the most affection Jude has given me basically ever. "We should go." He says, pulling away from me. I immediately feel cold when he leaves me, and I don't think it's because of my barely-there dress that I have on.

"A round of tequila shots for the table, please!" Maya orders for the table. "Sooo..." Milly says, nudging me. "So, what?" I know what. She's going to ask me what Jude and I are and then get disappointed by my answer. "You know what, Y/N!" Jane says before going to take a sip of her boyfriend's drink (which she's drinking due to the ban on her buying one for herself), which is quickly snatched away from her. She pouts at him, and he explains how he'd like to see her alive by the end of the night. Those two bicker like an old married couple. It's more adorable than anything. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Josaiah. Anyways, how are you and Jude??" Jane says, brushing her boyfriend off her. "Same old..." I say, disappointedly stirring my martini. "You guys haven't even had sex yet? After he dragged you out of the club last weekend for dancing on that guy, I thought you would for sure get a good fucking." Milly says, shocked. "I thought so too, but apparently not. He just gave me a lecture about how 'guys can be dangerous' and how I should be more responsible." I say, finger quoting him. "Literally, who the fuck is this guy?" Phoenix chimes in, dropping the shots she received from the bar on the table."He's always loving on you and shit. Why can't he just commit?" She says frustratedly. She gets more angry about how guys treat me than I do. She's always been super protective of her girls. "He's not even worth your stress. Bottoms up." Milly says, passing out the shots to everyone, not including Jane to avoid an earful from her boyfriend.

"What are you pretty ladies up to?" I look back to where the voice came from. I see Jude and Alex standing there with their drink in hand, not paying a single ounce of attention to me. "Hey, baby." Phoenix replies, avoiding eye contact with Jude, still upset at his treatment toward me. Alex walks up to his girl, placing a hand on Phoenix's shoulder, giving her a kiss. Gets up to sit with her boyfriend on the other table. Alex takes this opportunity to sit next to Phoenix. Jude, however, continues looking for a seat. I make some space next to me and call out to him. He locks eyes with me and I pat the booth chair. Jude sits down and scoots next to me. I look around me to see all the happy couples loving on each other. Jude is talking to Toby when I cling onto his arm like a baby koala.

"Jude!! Come dance with me!!" I say, high on adrenaline. All of a sudden, this sad night turned into a very fun one. The DJ played some of our favorite songs and my girls pushed me to dance with them. With enough alcohol in my veins to keep me confident, I agree and I'm having so much fun. Jude shakes his head at me, sipping on his drink. I roll my eyes and walk over to him. I grab his hand and pull him. He leaves his drink and friends behind as he resistingly walks with  me. I start dancing with him, and it gets a little more heated than expected. He has his hands on my hips, damn near at my ass, and my arms are slung around his shoulder. I move my hand to his face and he looks away from me. I grab his face with both my hands and make him face me. We lock eyes and I kiss him. At first, he's timid and resistant, but after a while he eases into him. I hear a few shouts and catcalls from his friends before I decide it's time to go. I'm sick of this playing around shit. I'm going to get what I want from him today. What we both want.

I push him against the door and kiss him hard. His hands are hovering over my ass, but not touching. What is this guy so scared of? I break the kiss and reach behind me. I keep eye contact with him and grab his hands and put them firm on my ass. "Mhh...Y/N, we shouldn't..." He moans into my mouth. "Why not?" I say, grinding against him. He pushes my hands off him and grabs me. He kneels down to my eye level. "You're drunk." I sneak a light kiss on his lips. "I'm not. And neither are you. Don't be a pussy." One thing about Jude is that he doesn't get mad, but when he does, he is scary. He's a 6'2 professional athlete. As gentle as he is, he can hurt you if he wants to. One thing you never want to call Jude Bellingham is a coward.

I can see Jude's eyes go dark as that leaves my mouth. I know it was a bad idea, but I need a reaction from him. He flips me over and slams me against the wall I had him pinned against just a second ago. I hit my head relatively hard against the wall. I look away from him and the back of my head with my hand. This is quickly stopped with Jude's hand being wrapped tightly around my throat. The breath is stolen away by him. This isn't the reaction I expected, but it's better than nothing. "Say that shit again. I dare you." He says. My hands are pulling at his much bigger ones around my neck. "You're. A fucking. Pussy." I say, in between gasps for breath. Jude's grip tightens around my neck. He pulls me towards his face. I feel his breath fanning against my face. I see something in his eyes that I can't identify. He lets me go roughly, making me hit my head again. That was really aggressive, but maybe he just likes it like that. I don't mind. I look up at him, his eyes much softer now.

I lead Jude into my bedroom after that very rough interaction. I sit him down on my bed and get on top of him. "I'm sorry." I tell him. Maybe I went too far. I shouldn't play about stuff like that. Jude starts loving on me and apologizing. He's kissing my neck. "Mhh. It's okay. I liked it." I mean, I didn't love it, but it's Jude, so it's okay. I take off my dress and go in to kiss him. I feel him get hard underneath me. That's a good sign. He bucks up into me as I kiss his neck. I take off his shirt. He has his hands spread out, not touching me. Normally he's all over me. Maybe he's not like that while having sex. I start grinding on him and he's letting me, but still not touching me. I feel his semi go completely soft. What happened? Maybe I should suck him off. Guys like that.

I unbutton his pants and slip them off. I reach for his dick and squeeze it. "Y/N." Jude says in a serious tone. I continue stroking him through his underwear. "Y/N." I hear again. "What, Jude? What is it??" I ask him, desperately. I pull my hands away from him. "We shouldn't do this. You're drunk." He says. What is wrong with this guy? I'm barely tipsy. He's so open to shut me down when I want something, regardless of how I feel, so if he doesn't want this he can just say it. "Jude. I am fucking sober and we both know that!" I yell at him. How come the one time he needs to shut me down and shut me out he can't. Jude quickly jerks me off him, leaving me to fall to the bed, hitting my head on the headboard. "Fuck!! What is your fucking problem?!" I ask, rubbing my head. I basically have a concussion at this point.

Jude's POV:

How do I tell my best friend that I'm madly in love with that I'm scared to have sex with her? Not because of her or anything she's like, but I don't want to hurt her. Not emotionally. I would be the best boyfriend to her. No one could treat her better than me. Physically. She's so small, and I'm so...not. I get up, ignoring her cries of pain. I walk around the room to find my shirt. "Jude!! I'm talking to you!" I hear from behind me. Why does she have to make this so hard? Just let me leave without a fight. "Why won't you fuck me?! Or date me?! Or anything?! Man, all you fucking guys are the same! You take what you want and then leave before you get too fucking scared!" Ouch. Her voice sounds shaky. I hope she's not crying. I finish buttoning my shirt and grab my pants. "Jude, please..." She sounds scared. I finish putting my pants on and grab my shoes. I sit down at the end of her bed where she lies. "You're a fucking pussy." Does this girl not learn? I finish putting on my shoes. "Why can't you get it in your fucking brain that I don't want to hurt you? I've seen what guys have done to you. Who's going to be your Jude when I do that to you? That's why I won't date you. And I won't fuck you because I'm me and you're you. You were wrecked every time your 5'6 whiteboy would fuck you. Crying to me about how your legs, and your back, and your arms, and whatever the fuck else. I'm not going to be the one to do that. Not to you." I look down at her as I stand up from my place on the bed. She looks crushed, tears running down her face.

Y/N's POV:

Wow. I am an asshole. I see Jude's remorseful but exhausted face. I don't even realize that I'm crying. "I'm so sorry, Juju." I say, reaching for his hand. He sits down next to me. I tuck myself into his chest and he rubs my head, where he hurt me multiple times. As I start to doze off, I feel Jude getting up. "Where are you going?" I ask him. He walks out the bedroom door. I quickly get up and put on my robe and house slippers. I see Jude at my front door with his hand on the doorknob "Jude?" I ask him. Without even looking back at me, he turns the knob and walks out. Wow. Maybe I wasn't wrong about him.

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[noaltbruh]

hi! could i request narancia who has a crush on his best friend? and how he would feel about it and how he would eventually confess. thank you!

Can I just say this was one of the best requests I've ever gotten? I've been looking for an excuse to write something like this for such a long time, and you're giving me the opportunity on a silver plate.

Hope you enjoy! 😊

Puppy love 🍊❣️

Many were the virtues that Narancia lacked, or so he thought, at the very least. Self confidence, despite his bold personality, was a rough spot for the young one. After all, it was no secret that those whom he crossed back with in his life did nothing but pushing him under the bus, taking advantage of his good faith and heart of gold.

Manipulation, betrayal and disappointment, in contrast with the boy's cheerful attitude, were an undeniable part of his past, and one that had cut deep in his mind too. So deep that, eventually, Narancia grew to believe that if those around him kept on leaving him behind, perhaps he deserved such treatment.

...That belief was, however, challenged by Y/N's eventual arrival in his existence, as his feelings for her cut even deeper than those past scars in his heart, acting as the softest and kindest bandages for the aches of the youngster. The girl gave him something he had craved for the longest time, perhaps a bit childish too, but that was really all that he needed from a close one: safety. In the wrecking mess that his life had been, and kept on being with all the troubles that came from his profession, there couldn't have existed one thing that made him more joyous: the knowledge that someone out there would never leave him, would never judge or expect too much of him, that they genuinely enjoyed his presence and wanted to keep him close.

At the end of the day, no one would have been surprised that he had chosen her as his best friend. He was certain that as long as she was willing to stick with him, everything would have been okay. In return, she could be sure that no matter what she was dealing with, he would have been around to lend her a helping hand or simply to keep her company. It almost physically hurt him when he had to be away from her for even just a couple of days because of a mission, it genuinely felt like a whole part of who he was stayed behind with her.

The two of them had shared such and many sweet moments and conversations, it was unimaginable to tell or remember all of them...That's what one would have thought, at least. But for Narancia, every single day, hour, minute or even second spent in her presence was a fundamental core memory, one that would constantly replay in his mind whenever she was not there for whatever the reason might have been.

All the times she defended him in an argument with Fugo, all the times she encouraged him to keep on with his studies deplete his difficulties, all the times she listened to him vent without ever thinking less of him because of it, all the times she agreed to join him on his crazy idea and adventures...I could go on for hours, if given the chance.

But the point I'm trying to convey is that Narancia was utterly in love.

Darling and with his heart on his sleeves, it would be easy to assume that these feelings for him would have been simple to accept and express. Nonetheless, the reality was far far different, almost impossible to see for how further it was...And just as impossible for him to see the way he felt for the girl.

After all, surely it must be quite troublesome to identify something one has never dealt with, let alone felt before. Of course, he loved the gang, the ones he considered his own family...But the relationship between them was an entire different story. He was a hopeless romantic who, ironically, had never gotten the chance to experience the passionate sensation that came with romance. When a disease hits one for the first time, it is no easy job to discern what it exactly is.

In the same way, for the longest time, the boy thought that these feelings were the normality, she was his dearest friend, was she not? Of course he'd want to be with het all the time, of course he'd remember every little thing that made her happy, of course he'd stay up thinking of that one compliment she unexpectedly caught him off guard with just the day before, he had everything under control...Didn't he?

...Indeed, it wouldn't be incorrect to assume that his apparent blindness came from a great amount of denial as well. As already mentioned, the young one did not think highly of himself, for reason that went past his personal traumas as well. No matter the struggle to hide it under his cheerful nature, he was very well aware that he was far from being a respectable person.

He was childish, loud, clingy, short, stupid and weak compared to his other friends. Why on earth would such a girl, perfect in his eyes, ever choose him above anyone else. He stood strong, despite how much it hurt him, by the conviction that he simply...Did not deserve her, that she was too good of a person for him to ever have a chance at professing his feelings for you. He would have just made a fool out of himself more than he already was.

There was no point on trying to fly too high, unless you want the sun to burn you. It was better this way, to remain in his little comfort zone, with you being his closest, most treasured, adored...Friend.

Unluckily for him, or perhaps not, the heart he aggressively tried to keep his under his sleeves was pounding with the desire to explode, to yell in Y/N's face just how much she meant to him, and how deprived of purpose Narancia's life felt when she was not around.

No matter how fast you may be, you will always get tired from running away. Delaying it simply takes away the energy to deal with it in a positive way. Unsurprisingly, the one that prompt him to stop running was whom he considered his mentor: Bruno.

In fact, the gang could read the young one like an open book. He was so open and spontaneous, even without realizing, that not even a blind person could have been able to not see just how deeply he had fallen for the other. And while most of his family would just tease him for that, only pushing him to hide away his feelings even more, Bucciarati, the sweet and caring man he had always been, eventually decided it would have been a good idea to take him aside and have a proper conversation regarding the matter.

He saw the bright, purple, blatant and enormous heart eyes the boy used to look at her, they warmed his heart too. He had truly never seen Narancia so happy with anyone so far, and despite how he knew it was not directly "his business", he could not resist standing by the side and watching him avoid the problem.

After the girl had left in order to go attend some errands, the older one silently called the other in the kitchen, a soft smile on his lips, as he could tell that his sudden request had intimidated him. They sat around the table, right in front of each other.

"W-What is it, Bucciarati? Did I do something wrong? Do you have a mission for me? Do you want me to catch up to Y/N and handle those errands with her?"

A small chuckle escaped Bruno's mouth as he looked at the other, shaking his head.

"Hehe...Not exactly. Forgive me if I sound sudden with my question but...You think about her quite a lot, do you not?"

He was right: he had, indeed, caught him off guard with such a direct input, enough to get the dark haired one to direct his gaze away from him, looking down at the table.

"Y-Yeah...So what? I mean- it's normal, right? Like- of course I think about her often, she's my..."

"...Best friend?"

He concluded, in an uncertain and subtly provoking tone, as if he was telling him "I'm not going to buy it".

"That's right...Best friend"

"Narancia...You do know I'm quite good at telling when someone is lying to me or not, don't you?"

"Urgh...Don't remind me"

He frowned.

"Last time I said the pistols ate our leftovers, you licked my entire face"

The blue haired one smiled, hearing him relieve that episode.

"I admit, I may have exaggerated that time, but my point still stands. So, if I were to ask you something, you'd be honest with me, mh?"

"O-Of course...You know you can trust me, I'm not a liar!"

The boy's mind was already imagining anything he might have done wrong to make him so suspicious, but could not find anything. Yes, he was a prankster and annoying from time to time, but he was very respectful towards him and would never do something to anger him.

Such uncertainty, mixed with his apparent good faith only confused him further, as he watched Bruno crossed his hands.

"I don't mean to spy into your personal life, but I really cannot bear seeing you act like this anymore. I've figured you would have taken actions by now"

"Take actions? Wait- act like WHAT? None of what you're saying is making sense!"

"What I'm saying is...Do you have feelings for Y/N, Narancia?"

The silence that followed his little inquisition was am almost...Funny one. Or rather, ironic, you could say. After all, it was curios to see the bubbly and happy go lucky boy incapable of even forming a sentence. It was as if his brain hadn't really taken in what had just been said to him, maybe because it couldn't, or maybe because it did not want to.

"...What?"

That was all he was able to reply after an entire minute of reflection. The man looked unfazed, as if he was expecting this answer.

"You heard me"

"I- uh-! I don't- W-WHAT SORT OF QUESTION IS THAT?!"

He stood up from the chair, trying to use anger as a way to change the subject and brush it off as soon as he could. Of course, it wasn't actually necessary for him to say it, but it was an excuse for Bucciarati to dive deeper in the topic.

"For someone as open as you, it's rather odd to hear you deny this, of all things...Why is that?"

"...I don't wanna talk about it."

Narancia looked down, very aware that, if the discussion were to continue, what he actually felt and his insecurities would have eventually come out. He knew it was a stupid motif, but he didn't care: he had his reasons and insisted on not changing his mind.

"You said I could trust you, and I do, I really do"

Seeing him agitated, Bruno got up from his own chair, approaching him.

"But you should know you can do the same with me. I've figured it was obvious by now"

"I- I do trust you! But..."

The young one grabbed the edges of his skirt.

"...I dunno, I always feel...Weird when I think about her"

"Weird?"

"I mean- she makes me happy! Like- a ton, I'd let myself get fucking tortured if it meant seeing her content, but...I don't get it, at the same time she..."

"Makes you nervous, doesn't it?"

"...Damn, am I really that easy to read?"

"Well...Some people are better at hiding themselves but...I've known you for quite a while, of course I'd notice this sort of thing"

The older one soon realized that he seemed to be struggling to speak back, so he continued, in a soft tone.

"Are you afraid of rejection, Narancia?"

Of course, the answer was a simple nod and an expression of sorrow. Feeling compassion for him, Bruno gently patted his head.

"You really have no reason to worry this much, you know?"

"Well, it's easy for you to say! I'd like to see you try to get with some woman when you're a literal grown up child!"

"That's...Not true"

"Yes it is! And don't try to deny it. I can't tell her, do you just want me to get humiliated?"

He strayed away from his touch, clinging to his own arm with one of his hands.

"Just because you haven't finished school doesn't make you a kid"

He gave him the space he wanted, without losing his composure.

"And, excuse all of my assumptions, but I'm quite sure she'd gladly agree on being your partner"

"...You're just saying that to make me happy"

"I don't tell lies, just like I don't let anyone tell them to me. It wouldn't be fair otherwise"

It was just for a second, but hearing those words gave the boy the smallest hope, in his heart, that they may have been true, before he went back to thinking that it simply was not possible. He started to imagine her, what she could have been doing in that moment, her sweet voice, her look, her thoughts...

Which were, most definitely, not directed at him.

"...I don't wanna, I just don't. What's wrong with what I'm doing right now? We're close and I don't risk making an idiot out of myself more than I already am"

"You're just seeing things the wrong way. Y/N likes you too, and a lot. Doesn't all the time you spend together give it away already?"

"...Maybe she just likes being around me"

"Maybe. Or maybe you ought to stop being so blind and accept she may just feel the same way. I'm sorry for my rudeness, but aren't you being a bit of a coward running away from this problem by now?"

"Hey!- I'm...I'm no coward, don't call me that!"

"Then have the courage to face her, just like you face those stand users"

"...This is far scarier than a stand battle"

"But with a far sweeter victory too"

"And what if it's bitter instead?"

"I don't recall you ever failing so far"

Bucciarati gave him a reassuring look, one of those that seemed to, somehow, always ease to other's nervousness, perhaps at least a small bit.

"You've always been one for taking risks. Do what you've done so far, and everything will be okay"

"...Heh, you believe more in me than I do"

"Well, who knows..."

The man softly placed his hands on his shoulders.

"Maybe this will help things change"

"...Yeah, maybe it will"

Finally, the black haired one gave a smile to his friend and looked up at him. He still was not very faithful towards the outcome of this whole situation, but he had figured that, at the very least, Bruno was right about not telling him to run away from such situation anymore. It wasn't easy, especially not for him, but he found the confidence to at least take a stand.

Even so...

"...I still got no clue of how to tell her though"

He admitted, embarrassed.

"Trust me, the planning process is the hardest part. Once you're actually together, everything will be a lot more natural"

"I hope you're right, man"

This time, he sat on the table itself, fidgeting with his fingers without even realizing it. He couldn't help but feel a slight headache just trying to cope up with something. He just wanted everything to go smoothly, to actually look...Charming for once, to make her believe that he could be a worthy boyfriend to her.

It was just do hard when, no matter how hard he tried, none of what he imagined was good enough for someone as perfect as she was.

"I just want it to be special, ya know?"

"I know, just do what you always do: take it as it goes. After all, surely you don't want to win her over by being someone you are not"

"Nah...That'd suck"

"I'm glad we can agree on this"

With a sympathetic smile, the eldest approached the door, briefly turning around before making his exit.

"Good luck, although I'm quite confident you won't be needing that"

"...I wish I had half of the confidence you have"

Muttered the young one under his breath, left alone with nothing but the urge to run up to the girl and just kiss her until his lips went dry. Needless to say, that alone was enough to make him drown his burning face in his hands, making it even harder to think rationally.

"God, I'm so fucking screwed"

~~~~~

The passing week, Narancia had barely gotten any sleep, his mind chastising him for being incapable of finding a way to convey what seemed like a waterfall of feelings, in a small bucket.

He was never good with words, he was perfectly fine with the idea of telling she that he liked her, he truly did, it was everything leading up to that moment that overwhelmed him. He didn't care about the build up, be wanted to get to the point, to be direct, but he couldn't. She deserved better than that, and he was very well aware of it.

That was, however, until (at least at first sight) a perfectly ordinary and standard night, one of those one would not think in too deeply, that would let go by without probably realizing just how far time is already passing, and would perhaps look back the day after and think "I had a good time".

One of those that Narancia loved so dearly, where he could simply chill and dedicate himself to whatever he preferred.

And of course, that was Y/N.

Predictably, his shyness around her had not gone untoticed by the young one. She could tell how he seemed to blush more easily each time she'd initiate physical contact, how he'd avoid her eyes when she'd turn around to look at him, how he kept on losing at every game they played together no matter how easy she'd go on him.

She had considered calling him out for such behavior, but eventually decided to let it go, assuming that it would have passed before she could really think about it further.

She was just going to spend that time with him as she always does, maybe nothing had changed and she was making it all up.

Although, she had to admit, it was quite the curious coincidence, how everyone in that exact moment had decided to go on a date with their respective partner: Bruno and Abbacchio, Giorno and Fugo, Mista and Trish...

...Oh well, a chance to have the house by herself, right? Why rummaging over it, now?

Boredom was quick to take over her, as she cyclically watched everyone leave, said goodbye to them with a smile and went back to playing Final Fantasy on her Gameboy.

She hadn't seen her best friend for the whole day, spending the entirety of her Morning helping Trish with her newest song, being distracted by Mista's weird theory during the afternoon and, once she had finally some time for Narancia, finding out he had gone out for...Reasons.

Weird, he'd never leave the house without telling her where he was headed to. Surely he would come back soon, would he not? She... Did not enjoy being alone for long.

The smell of freshly baked pizza called out to her stomach, but she brushed it off, refusing to have dinner before he came back. She assumed that Bruno had prepared it for the two of them before leaving, and she had even thanked him for it, but it was as if he hadn't heard her.

"Heh, he was too busy thinking of how he's going to break the bed tonight to pay attention, I suppose."

In the middle of an unexpected Boss fight, the strategy she was coming up with was immediately blown away by the sound of the door opening. The small console quickly hit the sofa's soft cushion, as she sprinted to the entrance to finally greet him.

"Nari! Where hav-"

The embrace she was waiting to give him, however, was interrupted once she caught a glimpse of the bouquet in his hands.

"Sorry! Sorry, I'm sorry...I didn't wanna be away for long but, uh, I forgot it's Sunday and most shops are closed and-"

"W-What- What are these?"

She commented in amazement, staring at the perfectly arranged flowers.

"I uhm- I got them for you! You know, they're your favorite, I thought they looked nice..."

He awkwardly extended the bouquet in her direction, his usual toothy grin not leaving his face, hoping with all his heart that he had picked the right ones.

The girl was about to ask more questions as she made a mental recap to find out if she had, somehow, missed some important date or event, but nothing could cross her mind. Despite this, noticing the nervousness in his tone, she figured it would have been better not to add any more gas to the fire.

"They...They indeed are"

She grabbed them gently with both of her hands, looking at them as a smile curved on her lips.

"Thank you! You're sweet as ever, Nari"

"I-It's nothing, really, just a little surprise"

He took a moment to admire the sweetness she was looking at him with, his gaze softening in return.

"I'll go put it in my room, be right back!"

"Alright! I'll see you outside?"

"Outside?"

"Yeah! In front of the house"

"How come? Do you want to go on the swings?"

"Kinda...Eh! Come on, you'll see!"

As she understood it was best to play along if she wanted to find out, she just smiled once more and turned around. She was fast to disappear into the hallway, but making sure not to let a single petal fall off as she did so.

Briefly fixing up her hair from the short run, after putting the flowers on the desk in her room, Y/N headed out as she was asked to.

"You were fast!"

"I didn't want to keep you waiting"

Narancia contained a small laughter, as he gestured he to follow him in the back of the villa.

"You gotta check this out!"

"Now you've made me curious, Nari"

"Well..."

He slowly stopped on his track, and just as calmingly got closer to Y/N, just enough for their fingers to intertwine.

"Let's not waste any time then, right?"

"...Right"

She repeated, her glance falling on their hands, feeling relieved from the warmth of his against her frozen surface. While they had never done this before, the gesture felt natural to her, probably because of how they'd always cuddle and cling to each other without even noticing.

Once they got to their apparent destination, the young lady was surprised at what she was met with, especially since she could have sworn she knew every centimeter of the house, in and out.

There was a ladder leaning against the wall, big enough to reach even the top on the building, or at least she thought...It was a bit hard to see from down there. It seemed hand made, but very resistent nonetheless.

Her grip on him surely was resistent as well, as the idea of climbing up did not exctite her in the slightest. Fear of heights can be a pain to deal with, and it surely did not enjoy befriending ladders.

Noticing her nervousness, the boy began to gently rub her palm with his thumb, as he moved her a bit closer.

"Afraid?"

"Y-Yeah uhm...You know I don't sit well with heights"

"It's alright!"

He approached the ladder, taking the first step.

"Come on! I'll help you up, okay?"

Reluctantly raising her eyes, she was a bit taken aback by his comforting expression. Not in a negative way, of course, it was just... Out of the ordinary. After all, she was accostumed to his silly grin and sparkly eyes.

But there was just this reassurance that told her that she was safe, if he said so, and she was not going to miss out on this chance.

"Okay, I guess I'll...Give it a shot"

"Awesome! Here, just...Hold on"

Taking her own first step on the ladder, she mase sure to keep her head high, keeping the ground under her right out of her sight. It was fine, she was fine, she just had to focus on...The unusual softness in his voice, the little dimble on his cheek whenever as he smiled, that fluffy, dark, messy hair...

Yeah, she really was fine.

Once they finally reached the roof, Y/N let out a sigh of relief.

"Hehe! You're so brave!"

"I...Really am not, but thank-"

Before she could finish the sentence, she couldn't help but notice the tempiting smell she had spotted in the house beforehand. The boy had set up a nice little dinner up there, the home made pizza laying nicely on a tablecloth they probably had never used before, and everything illuminated by a small candle.

"S-So? Do you...Uhm, like it?"

He asked nervously, slightly intimidated by her lack of response.

"Sorry, maybe it's too cheesy, I just thought we could have done something a little different and-"

But soon, he was shushed too when he felt a hand on his cheek.

"And you did it magnificently"

Bashful, he looked down, his excitement being impossible to hide.

"Well...Do you want to sit down?"

"Gladly"

As they took a seat, the girl instinctively laid her head on his shoulder, as she'd always do whenever she helped him study. Remembering the advice he had gotten from his immensely reliable older brother, Narancia took a deep breath, sneakily (or at least, he thought so, but let's ignore his shaking) putting an arm around her waist, prepared to take it off as soon as he saw her ever so slightly uncomfortable.

Instead, she snuggled in closer.

"So? Is the view here better than from your balcony?"

He asked, in an attempt at building up even a bit of atmosphere. It's too bad Y/N did not have the patience for that anymore. She hummed in response, slightly lowering her dear Nari's head until they could touch foreheads.

"The best I could ask for"

There was a moment of silence between them, as both the young ones did not know where to look: the other's eyes or lips.

"It's only fair...You deserve the best"

"Heh, do I really?"

"Absolutely"

His fingers shyly made contact with her hip, slowly moving up and down.

"That's why I...I really don't know if I should do this"

"Why not?"

"Y/N, you're..."

Contemplating each of her feature for a second, he continued.

"You're perfect. I just want to make you happy, to protect you, to hold you my entire life"

Y/N couldn't do anything but listen to those sweet words, the ones she had already played in her head a thousand times, even though she was not so open about it as him.

"...No, scratch that: you are my life, but I understand if you don't-"

With a little push from the girl, their lips soon followed their foreheads' example. The boy soon let all thoughts or speeches he had made out in his head disappear, as every part of his body was taken over by that idyllic sensation he had so desperately longed for. He refued to pull away from her, it didn't matter if he was starting to hardly even breath: he would have taken her taste over air every day.

Eventually, just enough to undo the touching, she pulled away, taking small breaths and taking in that moment she didn't know that she needed so much, but to whom she couldn't resist once she felt it coming.

"...W-Would it be alright if I said I've been dreaming of this moment ever since you visited me in t-the hospital?"

He coyly stuttered out.

"Only if I can do it again"

"Please...Do"

The kisses they shared were more than the stars that watched over the two, giggling between some of them as Narancia had to resist the urge to pick her up and spin her around. Like children falling in love, they couldn't help but just let it happen, give in to the comfort the other offered, the feeling that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't simple puppy love.

But, for the youngsters' amazement, a bond that, for the first time, could actually last.

[tiny-feisty-gay]

I see your a fellow Chaggie shipper. As am I. ANd I've asked other Chaggie shippers on tumblr and I must ask you: What are your FULL thoughts on Charlie learning of Vaggie's secret? From finding out in Heaven to her whole anger/hurt/confusion at Vaggie.

i wasn't ignoring this but i needed a few days to gather my thoughts because i have lots of them

between heaven and the two of them meeting back up with an army/weapons in tow, there's roughly a month's worth of time as far as i've been told/can tell, so i'm going based on that rough timeline

charlie's first reaction, imo, was shock; the way she collapsed and let vaggie shepherd her and guard her isn't the reaction of someone who's immediately jumped to anger/mistrust, it's the reaction of someone whose entire life view has just been altered.

i don't think they ever actually fought about it. gut feeling maybe, but considering what we saw (charlie curled in bed crying, vaggie saying "in our room... alone") and my personal hc that she takes after her dad in times of emotional turmoil by self-isolating and sinking into the depression... i have a feeling they didn't even talk about it for a while.

vaggie might have tried to; we got a glimpse of it right around alastor's deal with charlie. i firmly believe that after it was in the open, she probably did try to explain herself, and charlie was still half-shocked and feeling a bit betrayed and didn't have the brain space to deal with it between the upcoming extermination and knowledge that her loved ones were going to be targeted first. she probably did a ton of soul-searching on her own; remember, charlie is +/- a good few centuries, if not older, so while she's very upbeat and happy, it's not unreasonable to think she's had a good while to practice some emotional maturity. she isn't perfect, obviously, but based on how much she adores vaggie, i think she'd want to know firmly where she stands before they talk things out.

i also think vaggie was terrified the entire time that she'd just fucked up the only genuine, good relationship (romantic or otherwise) that she's ever had. we don't get much backstory on what things were like for her in heaven, but she doesn't seem to have been particularly close to anyone there, and "whatever it takes" sort of reinforces that with her "and it felt so good to be understood / but there's so much i wish that i could say." i think she wanted to tell charlie but she kept putting it off, and the longer she put it off the worst she thought it'd be, until she hit a point where she felt like she couldn't tell charlie because what would charlie think of her after lying to her for three years?

charlie did likely wonder how much of it had been a lie and whether vaggie had ulterior motives, because who wouldn't, but i think she dismissed that pretty fast. especially because there's no way angel and the rest of the crew didn't notice vaggie moping around like a kicked puppy; i'm sure they were equally unhappy with vaggie's lying, but the group sentiment didn't seem anything more than mildly annoyed by it.

she was the most hurt by the fact that vaggie didn't trust her enough to tell her; supported by her conversation with rosie. and that seems pretty fair, imo: vaggie knows how much charlie can forgive, can see the potential for redemption in people, and she's had an up-close view of that in vaggie for the last three years. and charlie trusts (trusted) vaggie wholeheartedly, so the idea of that not being reciprocal hurt her deeply.

i think they tried to talk things out ~a couple weeks in, and vaggie shut down in the middle of the conversation from a mix of trauma and fear that she'd lose charlie; i love vaggie dearly, but she's placed a ton of her self-worth on how useful she is to charlie. she very much believes she's nothing without charlie, because charlie saved her and is a large part of who she's become. there's a little bit of a power imbalance/codependency on vaggie's side, and while i don't think that's insurmountable for them nor do i think the relationship as a whole is unhealthy, that piece of it must have made it absolute torture to be pushed away.

i think she and angel may have had a few late-night conversations actually; they seem like they're on better/friendlier terms just before alastor and charlie make their deal; the whole "you ever think she's sensitive about her lack of wings? ... just like her lack of tits :D" bit struck me a lot more like friendly ribbing/trying to lighten the mood rather than actual malice. angel definitely doesn't have much experience with healthy relationships, but he does have experience with damage control, and i imagine he gave vaggie advice that basically boiled down to don't push, let her come to you, she's really hurt and needs to process. he cares a ton about charlie even if he doesn't show it, but i think he has sort of a begrudging respect/love-hate thing with vaggie lol. especially after the battle-bonding.

their first actual conversation about it was probably after the cannibal town army/weapons stockup before the battle. talking to rosie clearly really helped charlie process things, and i do think it's interesting that as far as we know, she hasn't talked to her father about it; not particularly surprising since their relationship is a bit tenuous, but still interesting, since he would likely have been a good perspective for her to have as a fellow fallen angel (ex-angel? idk if vaggie really counts as fallen). but regardless, rosie helped her a lot and most of her initial betrayal and hurt seems to have fizzled out with just the "why didn't she trust me?" piece left.

that was probably the main thing they talked about. vaggie tells her about what really happened to get her stuck here, and charlie is furious, and that alone probably helps her understand; i'd have trust issues, too, if someone i'd known presumably my whole life ripped off my limbs and cut my eye out. vaggie and charlie had an instant connection, clearly, but she didn't trust charlie enough to tell her initially and then things spiraled out of control. by the time she realized charlie might be okay with her past, she'd already been hiding it so long that it felt like too big a secret to share. and i think some part of her still believed this would be something charlie couldn't forgive.

and my favorite hc: charlie can't forgive it. we don't know how many souls vaggie has fully eradicated, but it has to be in the thousands, at least. lute's kill count from one purge was 275, and adam references vaggie being "one of his top girls." there's also a detail i saw pointed out elsewhere; most of the exorcists have plain black halos, except for lute, whose halo has a white glow as well... and vaggie, whose halo shares the same glow. there's a good chance she was high up in the ranks, possibly third in command -- and possibly quickly closing in on having a higher kill count than lute, which would explain her vitriol and eagerness to get rid of vaggie at the first sign of weakness. but obviously, that's just a headcanon. as is much of the above xD

but back to charlie, i don't think she'd be able to forgive that. the good news is, she doesn't have to. charlie is upbeat and optimistic, but she was raised in hell. she's not naive; she knows the people she wants to save have committed heinous atrocities. the difference is that she believes in change. the vaggie she knows, the one standing in front of her, isn't an exorcist. she's her partner, who while yes, eager to anger and easy to jump to violence, only does so when she or charlie are provoked/threatened. charlie is capable of still being disappointed/devastated by vaggie's past and acknowledging that it's not her present - or future.

one of the things i also think is so important is the battle scene. that was a huge test of charlie's acceptance; seeing her girlfriend step back into that role, that violence, was a big thing, one that nobody would've blamed her for recoiling from. she doesn't. she fights alongside vaggie (albeit... creatively, we'll say) and yes, the exorcists are enemies and she has a long history of reasons to hate them, but even during the battle she doesn't. she's still apologetic and doesn't really want to hurt anyone, just deter them. it takes vaggie telling her to be harsher for her to do it, and she follows vaggie's instruction. this is vaggie's area of expertise, and while she may have learned those skills by butchering Charlie's people, she's repurposed those skills. She's armor, not a weapon; she's violent only to defend, not out of bloodlust.

i think it's really easy to misunderstand charlie's acceptance of vaggie's past as naive or their reconciliation as too soon/too easy, but there's three years of history behind them and charlie actively chooses not to let this new information shatter the foundation they've built together. they're a prime example of the idea that relationships work because you continue to choose that person, to choose to work at it, and while that only works if both sides are willing, for vaggie and charlie, they are.

i do really hope we see vaggie find some self-worth outside of charlie in s2, though. she has so much potential to explore the complexity of her character and i really want to see that. i don't think they're bad for each other, but to some extent... vaggie went from serving one entity (adam) to serving another (charlie) and that level of devotion can be dangerous. charlie is infinitely better than adam, don't get me wrong, but vaggie definitely needs to find purpose beyond being charlie's right hand.

i'm personally hoping for sort of an... exorcist/angel ambassador role for her? something that ties into the hotel but is independent of charlie and something she wants to do. or maybe teaching self-defense/offense to the rest of the group (which she likely did for the battle/army, since she knows better than anyone how the exorcists fight).

honestly i probably have more thoughts than this but i hope you enjoyed my stream of consciousness ramble about Them <3

[parkminijiminie]

What is going on with Jimin, Jungkook and Jikook?

Warning: long post

I've been a BTS fan since early 2017. Back in the day, I ran this blog here, analyzing a lot of Jikook moments, but life sort of took over, and I stopped having the time for it. However, I never stopped being a fan and observing BTS and Jikook through the years. There's a lot said and written already about the supposed video of JK, but here are my two cents.

To me, the most logical explanation for that video is that this really is Jungkook. The layout of the apartment matches (yes, even the position of the security system, if you have ever watched JKs lives, you'd know that it actually is at his shoulder height, just like in the video), the dog looks like Bam, the couch is the same and this definitely looks like JK. There's also another video of the man in this apartment, alone, shirtless, and having a whole tattoo sleeve on his right arm just like JK. Obviously, we don't know for sure, but it looks like it's him. People say it was filmed in late Feb, early March, and I agree. JK had the same hair then, the outfits look warm, like winter clothes and not to forget, that when JK was stalked in his gym (late of February) there were a lot of fuss about a girl being there with him, so it all checks out in my book.

Now, what the video shows isn't that scandalous. A boy hugging a girl from behind and them playfighting/tickling each other or whatever. It isn't overly explicit. It could mean a lot of things, but it's clear the people are at the very least physically comfortable with each other. It's a short video. We don't know if they're even alone, but it looks like it. There are a number of possibilities for whom this person is to JK: a long-time girlfriend, a casual hook-up, a one night stand, or just a friend.

We'll probably never know for sure. What we do know is that this is an unacceptable invasion of privacy, and the person who took those videos should be sued for all they are worth. I hope we all agree on that, yes?

Now, if this girl is someone JK is dating/has dated/has slept with, where does that leave his and JM's relationship?

In my eyes, as someone who's observed them for literal years now, there's no way JM and JK have always had a strictly platonic relationship. Too much just doesn't add up. Sure, technically, they could be bestest friends with great chemistry, but as someone who is now 30 years old, I don't think I've seen this type of chemistry between people ever be just platonic. At times, it looked too much like sexual tension for it to easily be dubbed as "friendly".

My theory is this (keep in mind these are still just assumptions):

In 2017-2020, pre-Covid era, JM and JK spent A LOT of time together, basically all of it. BTS were super active, they didn't have any breaks. They were always working. Always on tour and doing smth else. JM and JK were pretty young back then (20-24) and this is typically the time when someone discovers their sexuality and starts experimenting, and I believe that at some point they did this together. They were best friends but also had this weird tension and air around them and I think they could've started a physical relationship back then. The members teasing them hear and there about being a couple, also kind of supports this, though of course, it doesn't prove anything.

Contrary to other people, I don't belive they only just fucked. It's very hard to have sex with someone who you are very close to otherwise, who you love and admire as a person, and not catch romantic feelings for them, so I think they did more than fucking. Whether they had a serious relationship or decided not to label it much, due to MS coming up, the group being in jeopardy or other reasons, I tend to think that other than sex, they also had feelings.

Side note: In any case, they were figuring thinks out about themselves as individuals, as well as a pair. I think maybe this is the time JM realized he is definitely bisexual (which he proudly expressed in his photobook of last year in my opinion). Idk what Jk figured out for himself, if anything.

Anyhow, by 2020‐2021 it seemed they had some sort of agreement about what/who they were to each other. At times they could have been on and off. There might have been other people/partners in-between, but I think they were mainly together by this point. It even looked like they lived together for some time. The fact they always took the same car and they were together on JKs birthday night when they first had number 1 on hot 100 sort of proves it. JM's birthday live in 2021 was also sus af (the way he was blushing while mentioning JK and their whole convos, very sus).

I think before Covid they had smth somewhat stable but then Covid hit. Their schedules changed, it was a tough period overall. Suddenly, they were not working and traveling so much, they were staying in SK. I think this was the time things started getting much more real and different. MS was also in the near horizon. Maybe one of them wanted a more committed relationship, and the other wasn't ready. Maybe they were both afraid. Maybe they tried and it didn't really work out. Maybe one finally realized his sexuality and the other had doubs. Whatever it was, the feelings of affection were still there. Chemistry as well. Proof: JM bday live in 2021 was just crazy, the way he blushed when JK was mentioned and the way the spoke to each other... man. Also, the way the were at PTD L.A. The way JK answered questions about JM etc.

So , all that connected them as people was still there, but I think their relationship come late 2021-early 2022 was definitely more unstable. Who knows what happened then. Personally, I don't believe in the theory that they opened their relationship, rather I believe by the second half of 2022, due to whatever reasons, things were simple mostly off between them. I believe they stayed this way all through the second half of the year and at least the first 4 months of 2023. They were friends, their families still loved and supported each other (JK's mom made seaweed soup for JM's bday, which one does for family) but that's about it. They weren't living together anymore, as well.

The beginning of 2023 we saw a very busy JM and a very not busy JK. Sure, they still commented on their welives but it seemed they didn't meet each other that often. Jm was working, JK was at home and occasionally with Tae. Yeah, JK watched a lot of JM content and often invited him over, but he also didn't know when his promotions will be over and it seemed they haven't seen each other for some time and JK was missing JM. I think if they truly were a serious couple back then, they would still have found the time to meet each other no matter how busy one or the other was, especially considering they live in the same city, and it wasnt the case. I don't think JK would have to resort to watching hours of JM's content just to satisfy his need-for-JM thirst, if they were a couple back then.

So, yeah, I think they were not more than friends by this point, for sure, which also ties up pretty well with the timing of the recent leaked video (February-March). To me it seems that JK and JM probably saw other people in that period, at least JK, JM was pretty damn busy then. Maybe they had some serious partners even, maybe just hook-ups here and there. Maybe this was JK's time to explore more of his heterosexual side, who knows. I don't think he stopped caring for JM in some capacity. In fact it kind of looked like he longed for his company but for one reason or another, they were simply not that much in each other's lives in the first quarter of 2023.

But then something weird happened around June-July. First JM is all scratched up from something (presumably Bam) indicating he saw JK and spent time with him. Then Seven came out and JM flew to NY. There they spend a long, fun weekend amid promotions. It wasn't a secret but they seemed to want to keep private and didn't really want to talk about it , judging by the way JK answered the question about JM being in NY as well. JM was practically silent. Then they returned and that welive happened. The one where they openly flirted, JM said he could handle JK naked, JK blushed like a school girl and tried everything in his power to get to JM but JM said "I'm not that easy". That welive. Idk about you, but that welive didn't seem platonic to me at all and if I had been JK's partner at the time, I would definitely be very angry with his behaviour. I don't think JK is disrespectful and a cheater, and neither is JM for that matter, so I believe there's no way any of them had a partner when that welive happened. I simply refuse to belive they are that type of people.

So, my conclusion is they were both single then and something definitely happend in July and NY. They returned somewhat different and they still kind of are. Jk posted pics of NY to Twitter for the first time. Jm shared a pic from then for JKs bday (shirtless, as we all know) and then recently another pic from a boat that could have been from back then, as well. The whole way they're acting offline and online strangely reminds me a lot of the time after their trip to Tokyo, actually. The way JM has been posting about JK very much give me nostalgia about the way he used to post Jikook often in 2017-2018 before he withdrew from social media. But maybe that's just me 🤷‍♀️

Anyway, to finish this long post I will say this. I don't know what Jikook were and are to each other and unless, it is explicitly denied the person in the video is JK, I will believe that it's him. But also, unless it is confirmed he currently has a girlfriend, I will have my doubts. The video is old and in any case, it doesn't prove much other than the fact JK is maybe into women (solely or also into them). This video though doesn't automatically negate everything I've seen between Jikook through the years. In some ways, it confirms what I've been thinking for a long time now. Unless JM and JK personally shut down any rumors about them and deny any romantic connection or confirm a relationship with someone else , I still believe that at some point in their lived their relationship crossed the platonic line.

Whether that was in the past or is currently true, I only can guess, but to me there's no way these two were always, all these years, just only friends.

For now, I will observe how JK, JM and Hybe are acting after the leaked videos and go from there. It will also be indicative.

Peace.

[yanban-san]

I am getting Headcanons ready because I was thinkin' of writing something for a/b/o soon too ^^ Also I definitely didn't have to screenshot this anon really quickly because I posted the post too early and hadn't formatted anything yet

cw: Omegaverse, sfw, fluff, twins x reader, really rambly (I've not written anything omegaverse before and I am nervous)

Ω I picture their scents would actually be considered kind of unpleasant, especially in a world where people smell like flowers and spices and sugar and sweets- Both Ingo and Emmet perpetually smell like fuel and oil and sweat and iron and fire, which isn't much liked by most omegas.

Ω When relaxed, their scent is much more mellow and pleasant, though- Like fresh-cut lumber, coffee, or wood-smoke, or something heavily spiced. I think Ingo smells more like coffee and wood-smoke, whereas Emmet has a scent more like cinnamon and nutmeg and cloves- And both of them always have an underlying scent of iron and oil. Probably something to do with growing up and working around trains.

Ω Both of them are a little upset that so many omegas are turned off by their scent, and they don't have mates- Even though they're both very popular and accomplished trainers. They try not to let it bother them, but Emmet's woken up to himself nervously rubbing his wrists into his bed and wishing it was a cute little omega's nest, instead… Ingo is a hopeless romantic though and doesn't hide his sorrow half as well. He wistfully stares at couples and wishes he could've been a beta, if it would do anything to fix his scent problems.

Ω When they meet their darling omega, they're ecstatic, and can barely contain their excitement. An omega? Who doesn't hate their scent? They're also super nervous, and they have zero clue how best to catch your attention and interest.

Ω They suck at nest making, for the most part. They never learned, and so they follow your lead- They buy you lots of blankets, some pretty curtains, and any sort of lights or other things you'd like for your nest. They have a tendency to spoil you, but let them- They feel bad from not knowing how to make nests themselves.

Ω While they love you dearly, they act kind of distant- Scared to chase you off, nervous to show too much affection. You have to reassure them a lot that you really love them and want them, which is something new for them.

Ω They absolutely lose it if you ask them to scent something. Ingo gets wide eyed, and almost shocked. He gestures at himself, as if- No, you'd meant some alpha standing behind him. Once he gets over his shock, he's flustered and has wrapped the blanket or article of clothing around himself, trying to make it as Ingo-scented as possible. Emmet just beams with enthusiasm and snatches you and whatever you're holding into his embrace- Yes, he'll scent your clothing for you- And yourself.

Ω Ingo growls a lot, sometimes without even realizing it. He usually does it when he's holding you, or if he's in rut- Or in his sleep. Emmet typically whines at you. Ω Both of them are very clingy alphas, once they let themselves act more naturally around you. If you often sleep in your nest, they're pawing at the entrance to your abode- Two pitiful, half-undressed alphas almost whining at you to let them come in and cuddle, or join them in their beds for the night. If they ever catch you cuddling their clothing, they're melting and immediately jumping to join you- A coat is a poor substitute for your beloved alphas, after all.

Ω They like to spoil their omega. Not just in nest materials, but they'll probably want to take frequent baths with you, and treat you to nice things often. They practically parade you around with how much they love you and how much they take pride in being your alphas- Ingo will often take you to buy cute, comfy clothes- Emmet likes to treat you (and himself) to sweets. Ω They will also ask you to scent their own clothing! Especially their shirts, or the collars of their coats- Your scent is soothing and refreshing to them, especially if they're having a bad day.

Ω They love having you with them in Gear Station, and if Emmet spots you he practically runs up to scent you, kissing you and wrapping his arms around you. Ingo prefers to immediately invite you back to the office- He prefers to give his affections in private, unlike Emmet's PDA. If they're working and you're in their office, one of them might occasionally pull you in for a tight hug- Drinking in your scent, hearing your heart beat or your voice squeak in surprise.

Ω Cuddling you after a long day is something they love very very much- They put on a cool fan, or possibly two, or maybe three- and just lie around in bed or on the couch with you. Ingo gently rubbing his hands across your back, scenting you- And Emmet curling around you like a gremlin before he passes out.

[freckle-face-ace]

Portgas D Ace X Trafalgar Law

There are two chapters of this. It was meant to be a one shot, but my brain summons the ship sometimes.

1

Law leaned over the counter bored as he watched Luffy round the corner happily chatting away to whomever was a few steps behind. The younger raven flailed his arms emphasizing whatever dramatic part of his story he happened to be telling. That's when his companion came into view.

He ran his hand through his jet-black jaw length waves as a large grin spread across his freckled face. Law let his eyes wander to the stranger's exposed chest. Though fall was settling in he wore a pale orange short sleeved shirt lazily buttoned halfway and a pair of long black shorts.

"Zoro ended up kicking his ass!" Luffy laughed shoving the glass door open causing the bell the jingle wildly.

Law straightened himself out averting his gaze to the muted television on the back wall.

"That isn't surprising." Chuckled the unfamiliar male.

His voice was deep but soft. It hit Law's ear with a velvetiness he hadn't experienced before.

"Ace this is Traffy. Traffy this is my brother Ace." Luffy grinned.

"Law." He corrected evenly, reaching for Ace's already extended hand.

Ribbons of warmth tingled around Law's fingers spreading over his hand as Ace gave his palm a friendly squeeze. Was he running fever? How could a person possibly be this warm without sweating?

"Your hand is freezing." Ace chuckled, "Sorta like a doctor."

"Traffy is in medical school!" Luffy chimed rounding the counter to grab an apron.

"Ooh~ you must be popular with the ladies." Ace wiggled his brows.

"Yeah." Law grunted.

Not that he minded being popular with women. He'd had a girlfriend or two even a couple of heated one stands. But he wasn't particularly interested either which made it hard for him to put any effort and time into a relationship. He already had a demanding school schedule on top of a full-time job to pay for said schooling, there was no time for romantic endeavors.

"Anyway, Luffy you're late the lunch rush will be here soon. Go get more lids and cup sleeves from the back." Law crossed his arms over his chest.

The small coffee shop was located near the college and the clinic which made things convenient for Law. He'd become the shift supervisor within only a few months.

Luffy bounced around the shop cleaning and refilling things while Law made sure he had enough supplies for the most common orders placed.

Ace sat quietly at the counter his garnet eyes occasionally darting up from his phone at the aloof raven behind the bar. He'd noticed Law's unusual sunny eye color almost immediately.

He must be popular.

His rolled-up sleeves revealed thick black tattoos that traveled further up his arms. His slender tattooed fingers worked quickly with a practiced rhythm as he made Ace's order.

The freckled male chuckled admittedly a little impressed - surely this was a skill Luffy could never accomplish, which explained why the older raven kept him busy with simple but tedious tasks. Luffy didn't have the attention span or patience for this.

Ace actually found himself wondering why Luffy even worked here.

"Med school sounds interesting." He chirped getting Law's attention.

"It has its moments." He replied coolly, "What do you do Ace-ya? You're the only brother I've never met."

Ace chuckled, "What an interesting colloquial; the 'ya' I mean. Do you do that to everyone?"

Law almost immediately regretted speaking. He couldn't control his unique vernacular and was suddenly very conscious of it.

"Dunno." He shrugged expression as distant as ever.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to-" Ace stopped himself from pointing out the other male's embarrassment though it had only been a flicker. Instead he circled back to Law's initial question.

"I'm a musician so I travel a lot." He flashed a brilliant smile.

"Anything I've heard?" Law questioned still shuffling around behind the counter.

"Honestly probably not." Ace let out an airy laugh, "I just open up for small acts but it's a living, right?"

Law hummed back looking over Ace's shoulder at the line of people beginning to trickle in.

"Luffy-ya! Register!" He called setting cups out or easy access.

Ace continued to watch his brother and his friend work fairly harmoniously through the lunch rush. The crowd of people kept them busy enough for Ace to admire the fluidity of Law's motions while he filled orders with a small crooked smile that only faltered when he tried reading Luffy's chicken scratch.

"Trafalgar." A sultry female voice floated up to the counter beside Ace.

His eyes rose from his phone immediately recognizing the dark-haired woman. Her emerald eyes flickered to him as a small enigmatic smile graced her lips.

"I'll have your order in a moment Robin." Law murmured.

"Thank you. Watch out for the blond girls at the end of the line." She warned turning back to Law, "They're certain they'll get your number this time."

Law rolled his golden eyes with a sigh. A reaction Ace for some reason appreciated.

"Back from your tour?" Robin turned back to Ace.

"Yeah I'll be home for a little less than a month." His response didn't go unnoticed by the barista.

If Ace was going to be in town for a while surely Luffy would be dragging him along to functions and work. Law certainly didn't mind his presence, he was calmer than expected, sense he was the only brother who looked to be blood related to the hyper active raven.

"We're having a big party on Saturday you should come....Traffy can come right?" Luffy looked to Ace while Law locked the front door of the shop.

"Of course." Ace smiled.

Law turned slowly, he usually turned down invites to the Newgate's parties. Even when their father was there things tended to get out of hand. Besides he hardly had free time to waste drinking with a bunch of delinquents.

"Sure." The response tumbled from his lips before he'd even had a chance to mull it over.

The brothers grinned.

"See ya tomorrow Traffy~" Ace winked over his shoulder strolling away.

___________

"You two get along." Sabo took Law's place next to his brother.

"He's Luffy's friend. Why wouldn't we?" Ace questioned eyes still on Law as he stalked into the kitchen.

"Luffy likes almost everyone." The blond rolled his eyes, "He just isn't really a people person."

"I hadn't noticed." It wasn't a lie, he really hadn't.

All of his interactions with Law had been pleasant, refreshing even. He'd spent the last three days following Luffy to work so he could talk more with the phlegmatic barista.

A tennis ball came sailing across the room landing in Ace's lap quickly followed by their enormous chocolate Labrador. Ace yelped spilling his drink down the front of his shirt while the dog crushed his manhood.

"Chopper!" Luffy shouted as the room erupted in laughter.

"You little shit." Ace coughed pushing Chopper off him.

"He didn't know any better." Sabo murmured.

"Not the dog." Ace stood pulling his shirt off revealing his large back tattoo, "Luffy, ya got three seconds!"

The younger raven leapt over an arm chair and bolted for the sliding patio door laughing wildly with Ace on his heels.

"You've been doing that a lot the last few days." Robin pointed to her lips as she stepped up to Law in the kitchen.

He let the corners of his mouth droop in protest.

"It suits you." She added, "You don't have to brood all the time."

Law snorted.

"You seem to enjoy his company."

"Maybe." He shrugged a small smirk ghosting his lips.

She smiled nudging his shoulder before joining the group in the living room.

Law stationed himself in the kitchen silently waiting for Ace or Luffy to return so he could thank them and take his leave. It was getting late and he had rounds in the morning.

The kitchen door that lead out to the front porch swung open sending a crisp breeze through the room. Ace stepped inside panting, still shirtless with a stream of blood trickling from his left brow.

"Little bastard socked me in the face." He chuckled smearing the blood over his eye.

"First aid kit?" Law asked tearing a paper towel from the roll above the sink and handing it to Ace.

"Upstairs bathroom." Ace nodded toward the small stairwell across from the kitchen door.

He led the way skipping every other step.

"Aren't you cold running around like that?" Law watched the muscles under his tattoo shift and contract with each extended step.

"I don't get cold." The raven chuckled reaching the top of the stairs, "Bathroom is third door on the left." He instructed stepping into what Law assumed was his room.

After collecting the kit Law crossed back into the room Ace had disappeared into. It was a pigsty. The back wall was lined with guitars, a few missing strings and collecting dust while others were in cases cluttered with stickers and patches. Law's eyes fell to the freckled male sprawled out on the unmade bed. He cleared his throat getting Ace's attention.

"Sorry I was dozing off there." His ruby eyes flitted over Law's slender form as he sat up still holding the paper towel over his brow, "Think I'll need stitches?"

Law took a seat in front of him on the bed slipping a glove over his right hand as Ace removed the bloodied paper.

"Hmm it's not so deep. A couple of butterfly band aids will be fine. It probably won't even scar." He rummaged through the small white box and began cleaning the small cut.

"Your hands are cold." He shivered under Law's touch.

"You're just too warm Ace-ya." Law smirked.

Ace's face only got warmer. Law had been avoiding addressing people by name in front of him for the last few days. He hadn't intended to embarrass him - he'd actually thought it was sort of endearing. He watched Law focus on stopping the bleeding, wincing as he applied more pressure.

"Maybe that's why you're bleeding so much. Your circulation is too good." Law chuckled.

That did it. Why was this guy allowed to just walk around being this cute? Why didn't anyone else see it?

Law gently placed the second band aid on his brow and removed his glove glancing over Ace's now flustered face.

"What's wrong does it still hurt?" He asked now searching for other injuries.

Ace shook his head slowly throwing caution to the wind and leaning into Law's personal space smiling when Law didn't move away. He took it as permission inching closer. Both of their hearts sped up intensifying the moment. The air around them pulsed with electricity almost making it hard to breathe normally. Eyes remained locked as their noses brushed against each other. Law parted his lips slightly anticipating contact letting his eye lids drop when Ace's warm breath fanned over his -

A sharp bang on the door jolted them back retracting from each other.

"Everything ok in there yoi?"

Fucking Marco.

[super-ion]

Been slowly working on a new story. Mostly mental work so far, but I got a couple snippets that I wanna share to try to get me motivated.

She grabs my arm and shoves me roughly against the wall of the alleyway. "What-" She slaps a hand against my mouth and leans in. "Soldiers. Shut up." She presses her body against mine, leaning in far too intimately. I hear the bootsteps and try not to think about how incredibly close her face is to mine. The soldiers are talking casually as they pass. One pauses, noticing us, but quickly continues, most likely made uncomfortable by the scene of our apparent romantic encounter. Something under her hood twitches and I can make out a long tapered ear that has come loose from her head wrap. The soldiers pass and she releases me to peer cautiously at the street. "We need to get out of the city," she mutters. "You're... you're void touched?" I stammer. She goes still and her ears quiver again. It's unmistakable this time, definitely not my imagination. Finally she scowls and flicks her hood back slightly to adjust the wrap on her head. "Yeah," she replies accusingly, "that's what happens when generations of people grow up breathing adamantine dust."

I watched Castle in the Sky for the very first time a couple months ago, then I went on a Treasure Island retelling kick. I also really want to write something gender bendy.

She shimmies out of the tight space, first revealing a fluffy bobbed tail, then a tight sleeveless shirt, filthy with sweat and grease. I can't help but stare at the lean wiry muscles of her arms and shoulders and the fine pattern of criss crossing scars in her skin. Then finally, her head pops out followed by a fist clenched around a wrench. "Alright!" she calls to the other end of the room, apparently not noticing me. "Let her rip!" I can't hear the sound of whatever levers are being thrown over the noise of the working engines, but I *feel* the thump as some mechanism rumbles to life. Then comes a lurch in my stomach and every hair on my arms stands up as the air comes alive. Her ears and tail quiver with excitement and she grins. She turns and jumps slightly at the sight of me. "Oh! Hey Fay!" She sees the bottle of water and makes grabby hands for it. She gulps greedily, her skin glistening with sweat from the hot engine room. I stare at the arch of her neck. There's a streak of dust smeared across her cheek. She lowers the bottle with a satisfied smack of her lips. "Whatya think?" she asks, tapping her wrench lightly on the metal shell of the machinery behind her. "Thaumaturgic heat exchanger, specially modified. Take care of her and she'll keep you flying forever." She tosses the wrench spinning and deftly catches it with a wink in my direction. I feel my face flush and I don't think it's from the heat of the engine room.

Also, it's got girls falling in love with girls

My breath is coming quicker and quicker now. The danger is past, but the tightness in my chest has only grown worse as the horror of my situation has set in. "Hey! Fay. Ya good?" My eyes jerk sharply towards Lexia. She's staring at me with a look of naked concern. How can she look at me like that, knowing what I am? "I'm... I'm not... My whole life is a lie. I'm not who I'm supposed to be. I'm not... I'm not anyone." The tightness in my chest is a physical pain now. How can I- Her hands are on my cheeks, pushing my face gently up to meet her soft brown eyes. "Hey," she says softly. "Yer... I dunno who yer supposed t' be, I never met that person. But I did meet you. Yer kind and beautiful and brave and you cook the best dumplings I've ever had and... gods, I ain't good at this sorta thing. I guess what I'm trying to say is I know *you* and I'm glad I got to meet *you*." I stand frozen in her gaze, not trusting myself to look away, lest I burst into tears. "You think I'm beautiful?" I ask, my voice a hoarse whisper. Her face colors. "Er... inside beautiful, like nice and caring and that sort of thing... I mean, yer outside beautiful too, no doubt about that... Er, I mean... ah... hmm..." She looks so flustered now, I can't help but laugh. I fall into an awkward embrace and I laugh and cry and it hurts. I bury my face in her shoulder and her arms close reassuringly around me.

[shina913]

On Tilt, Part 4 | KNJ

On Tilt, Part 4

Definition: a poker term for a state of mental or emotional confusion or frustration in which a player adopts a suboptimal strategy, usually resulting in the player becoming overly aggressive.

On Tilt Masterlist

Pairing: Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞

Genre: idol!AU; strangers-to-FWB-to-lovers; toxic relationship; angst; fluff; smut

Warnings: cussing; vulnerable confessions; explicit and suggestive sexual conversations; making out; heavy petting/groping; unbelievable amount of cheesiness and fluff--it's disgusting how these two have it so bad for each other!

Summary: You’ve said time and time again that you wouldn’t lose yourself to him. You were in control now. You were going to make better choices. For a minute there, you were able to keep up with it. It wasn’t ‘til Namjoon’s extended break that you found yourself falling into old habits. Will you ever learn to quit Kim Namjoon?

Word count: 3,570 words

A/N: I'm sorry...this came out wayyyyy cheesier than I intended. But hey, I've been writing a lot of angst lately, I wanted a change of pace! This is the song they sing to. Namjoon posted it on his IG stories a while back 🙊

ALSO!!! Please don't be a silent reader! My inbox and DMs are open. Comment, reblog, scream at me, send me an emoji--whatever. It fuels me and motivates me to continue writing! 😘

[Namjoon] 6:05PM: Can’t wait until this album is mastered and goes through print. It was fun and all but…damn, I really miss you.

His text made you grin at your screen like an idiot.

He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d be busy. He was practically on lockdown finishing up loose ends on a couple of tracks and going through each soundwave with a fine-toothed comb.

That was how Namjoon was. He was always passionate about his work, and always wanted to constantly evolve. He loved art but was never one to be content with stagnation. He wasn’t going to be locked into four corners of a frame.

You admired that about him…but it also scared you in a way. In the back of your mind, you thought, maybe it took him a while to come around to this agreement because he didn’t want to be tied down to begin with.

It was a daunting and disappointing thought but you brush it aside when his follow-up text comes in.

[Namjoon] 6:07PM: What do you think about a quiet night-in at my place? I’ll order dinner and we can just hang out. No more boners, I promise 😇

That elicited a laugh from you. Truthfully, you didn’t mind it but you had to stick to your guns.

[You] 6:08PM: 😋 Sounds good, I can’t wait! Missed you, too.

[Namjoon] 6:10PM: I also got a new firepit installed on my balcony–totally safe, BTW. No open flame! I just push a button 😅

You laughed again.

[You] 6:10PM: Oohh cozy!

[Namjoon] 6:11PM: It is! I also got some new furniture and a blanket with our names on it.😏

[You] 6:11PM: Sounds romantic…

[Namjoon] 6:11PM: That’s the goal 😘 I’ll see you in two days.

******

“Fuck…” you croaked after coughing up icky, yellow-green mucus into the sink. This was bad, you thought. Namjoon was supposed to pick you up tonight and you woke up this morning feeling all foggy.

Yesterday, you thought the scratchy throat was brought on by allergies. You took an antihistamine before bed to stave it off. But now, you were all congested, looking like death after mere hours.

“Hey, are you okay in there?” Lani asks out of concern from the other side of the bathroom door.

You open it to greet her and she looks horrified when she sees your bloodshot eyes, pale skin and overall disheveled appearance.

“Really? It’s that bad?”

“I mean…” The look of hesitation on her face all but confirmed it. 

“Damn,” you groaned. “I was really looking forward to this date, too.”

Immediately, she tries to sound consoling. “You know what? I’m sure he’ll understand. It’s that time of the year, everyone’s getting sick.” 

Sure, she made a fair point. She was a nurse at a hospital and she knew all too well that this year’s flu season has been particularly brutal. You were just glad that you didn’t feel bad enough to require hospital admission.

But for some reason, that thought wasn’t comforting enough. “It’s been over three weeks and I really miss him,” you whined.

Back then, you’d go long stretches without seeing Namjoon and it wasn’t a big deal. You just shrugged your shoulders and thought you’d catch each other again ‘next time.’

Lani puckered her lips comically and glanced below your waist. “Guess you’re regretting that 5-date rule right about now, huh?”

You rolled your eyes at her. “Shut up,” you dismissed her before walking past her to go back to your room.

“Girl, who cares? It’s not like you had a contract or whatever. Nobody’s taking you to court if you break your rule–”

“Yes, but I know it! And Namjoon knows it! And…”

“Okay, okay, I’m only teasing,” she backed off. “Want me to make you some chicken noodle soup before I take a nap?” Lani had been picking up extra shifts in the evenings since they had been short-staffed at the hospital.

While soup sounded good, the concept of sinking yourself back under your covers seemed more appealing.

“Nah, you go and sleep. I’ll order from the food app or something. I just had a little bit of yogurt before I took my cold medicine.”

“Alright. Just set an alarm every 3.5 hours, if you want to stay on top of it,” she yawns.

******

“Joon, I can’t tonight…”

Delete.

“I woke up sick, can we resche–”

Delete.

“Ugh, why is this so hard? Just be straight with him,” you say to yourself before finally typing up a text to Namjoon.

You checked your watch again. Around this time, he was on a plane coming back from a schedule. You couldn’t afford to wait a few more hours until he landed because he’d be coming straight from the airport to your place.

[You] 10:15AM: I know that we were really looking forward to tonight but I just came down with the flu. I feel like crap and I don’t want to get you sick. Can we do a raincheck in a few days?

You send it off and sink back into your blankets to doze off.

******

Somewhere between naps, you are awakened by the smell of food. You checked your watch for the time–it was too late for lunch and still early for dinner. You figured Lani ended up making you soup…she was such a saint. You didn’t deserve her love! 

Next, you reached for your phone to check for calls. There were a couple of ‘hope you feel better’ emails from your team and a voicemail from Jia saying that she could drop off stuff at your door if you ever needed anything.

Oddly, there was nothing from Namjoon even though the notification below the text that you sent to him indicated that he read it over two hours ago.

You felt crestfallen that he didn’t even acknowledge it. You wanted to send a follow-up text to ask about his trip but thought you’d go and have a couple of bites to eat so you could take your next dose of cold medicine. 

You wandered out into the kitchen, fully expecting to catch Lani as she headed out the door for work. 

Your coughing announced your presence. “That smells good. Are you…" You are stopped dead in your tracks. "Joon?” 

He turned around with the biggest grin on his face. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“W-wait, what are you…I thought–” You stuttered.

“You think you can get rid of me that easily?” He chuckled.

You laughed hoarsely. “I wasn’t trying to get rid of you. As you can see,” you open up your arms, as if presenting yourself to him, “I don’t look so hot right now.”

He took two strides and rounded the kitchen counter to get to you. “Do you think I care about that? I was looking forward to spending time with you and I wanted to do everything I could to make that happen.”

You wanted to swoon on the spot…until you noticed that he wasn’t wearing a face mask.

“But wait…you’ll get sick?”

He laughed softly, curling his arms around your waist. “I’ll be fine, baby. The whole group just got over a virus–and it missed me!”

You scoffed. “Oh, right–and with my luck, it’ll be me giving it to you.”

He shook his head, giving your hips a light squeeze. “You won’t. Aren’t you glad to see me?” He pouted his lips.

His subtle gesture made your belly flutter and your cheeks warm up. Glad to know that everything was still in good working order, you thought.

You gave a small smile. “Yes, of course.”

He flashed his dimple before kissing your forehead.

Taking your hand to urge you towards the kitchen, he says, “C’mon, I brought something that I thought might help you feel better.”

You took two steps before, realization sank in. “Hold on–how did you get in? Is Lani still here?” You’d been asleep for hours.

“No but I called her and,” he hesitates for a beat, “I…kind of… met her…at her workplace to borrow her keys?” He drags out slowly.

You eyed him suspiciously.

“She was cool with it and all she asked me to do was leave the key up on the lip of the doorframe so she could get in tomorrow morning.”

With a soft sigh, you nodded, appreciating the effort. Your eyes suddenly shift towards the kitchen, remembering what brought you out here in the first place. “D-did you cook?” These were words you never thought you’d ask him.

He threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh. “I wish but I don’t think you or Lani would forgive me if I burned your place down. I ordered some takeout–” He says, walking over to the counter, the bags finally coming into view. “I thought you might like some chicken pho?”

You couldn’t deny, that sounded amazing.

Sensing your acquiescence, he urges you to sit at the breakfast bar while he pours soup and noodles into bowls for both of you.

You asked if you could sit on the couch instead since you were feeling woozy and your warm throw blanket was calling your name. 

“Wherever you feel comfortable,” he replies. “I got some imperial rolls, too–I remembered that you liked them.”

“I do.” You smiled appreciatively at his thoughtfulness.

It’s been years since you both went out for good Vietnamese food. You registered the familiar green takeout bags on the counter. To most people, it looked like generic to-go bags but you recognize them coming from the hole-in-the-wall place that you and Namjoon used to go to.

After settling comfortably on the couch, he comes around, bowls in both hands and sets them on the coffee table in front of you. He turns back around to bring the pho add-ins along with the deep-fried eggrolls.

He takes the spot next to you and hands you a pair of chopsticks, which you accept. While he busies himself with the basil and lime, you couldn’t help but stare at him.

He turned his head in your direction. “You want some sriracha–what? Why are you staring?” he chuckled in curiosity.

“Nothing, I just…” at a loss for words, you just smiled, “Thank you.”

He gazed at you for a few seconds before responding, “You’re welcome. C’mon, eat up.”

******

After dinner, you tidied up together. Namjoon had music playing on your bluetooth speaker. As you reach for the rinsed dish that he held out for you to put on the rack to dry, he surprises you by grabbing your hand instead and deftly setting the bowl on the counter. A couple of pushes of a button on his phone with his free hand, he turned up the song’s volume.

Catching you around the waist, he pulls you close to him into a dance. You giggle as he sings along to the song that you recognize.

You can't disguise all the pounding of your heart, yeah I see your eyes And you can't hide

You laugh when he hits the falsetto but he’s too into it to stop.

Start to make sense and quit playing These love games… Tell me what you're gonna do, yeah

You join him when the chorus hits, dancing along to the beat. When the music dropped for the bridge, he pulls away slightly and then squints his eyes at you. He enunciates every word emphatically.

I just want to know one thing Will you be with me?

Hearing the words in his rich baritone made you catch your lower lip with your teeth. You grinned and matched his enthusiasm when you sang the rest of the words to him.

Here comes my darlin’ Here comes romance Here comes my lovin’, please honey will you dance

You pull him back closer to you, grinding against his body as the music swells again.

Then, he threw his head back dramatically to sing the chorus, “Quit breaking my heaaaaartttt…” You both burst out laughing as his voice cracks at the note that was clearly out of his vocal range.

When you calmed down, you looked up into his face. He was watching you with dark, glittering eyes.

“I love hearing you laugh like that,” he said, and you knew he wanted treasured memories like that between you. “It makes me think that I’m doing something right.”

“You are,” you assured him, even as your throat tightened at the sight of his yearning.

“I want to be that person who always puts a smile on your face.”

Slowly, you bring your hand up to cup his nape. “You already do.” With that, you pulled his mouth down to yours. As your lips touched, he hugged you so tightly your feet lifted off the floor.

This relationship may not have started out for the right reasons. You were both young and impulsive back then. 

But now, you were both trying hard to better yourselves for each other. Here was a man who wanted you both to work as desperately as you did. You were finally on the same page.

******

“The girl did it,” you blurted out decisively. 

Namjoon’s fingertips paused from drawing circles around your abdomen. “What? No way!”

You were sprawled lengthwise on the couch, watching Forensic Files. He was spooned behind you, his chin on your shoulder and his legs tangled with yours.

“I’m telling you…classic sociopath,” you told him matter-of-factly.

He scoffed. “I think it was the grandma.”

You gasped, eyes widening in shock. “Oh my god!” You tilted your head to look back at him. “She’s clearly only protecting her granddaughter!”

He grinned and smacked a kiss on your cheek. “Wanna bet on who’s right?”

You snorted. “Sorry, I’m not a gambler.”

“Aw, come on…” He rose up on his elbow to look down at you.

You tutted. “Nope! Besides, I know I’m right. I’ve seen enough of these shows to figure out a pattern.”

As you scooted closer to him, you felt his crotch against the curve of your bottom. He wasn’t hard, but that didn’t stop him from gaining your attention. Curiously, you reached behind you and cupped him.

He arched an eyebrow at you. “Is there anything we can do for you?”

You laughed as you withdrew your hand. “I’m just checking to see if everything is still in its place. You’ve been on your best behavior considering we’re in a tricky position.”

“Maybe because I don’t want to push you too far and scare you off.” Namjoon’s eyes glittered from the light of the TV screen.

“How considerate of you.”

He nuzzled his nose against your temple. “I’m willing to wait however long. Five, ten, twenty dates…whatever you want.”

You wriggled your body to face him. “What about what you want?”

“I thought I made it clear last time that I only wanted you?”

You try to stifle a smile but are spectacularly failing at it. “What if I decided to scrap our no-sex agreement,” you whispered. Your pointer and middle fingers did a ‘walking’ motion up on his chest. “Would you think I was being too easy?”

He watched your fingers then shifted his eyes back to look into yours. “I’d be too busy thinking how lucky I was to have the privilege.” He traced your eyebrow with the tip of his finger.

You seriously considered it. Lani was right, it wasn’t like breaking your agreement would have any legal repercussions. You were both adults!

You cleared your throat in an attempt to strengthen your resolve. “Could we settle with a makeout session for the time being?”

“Make out? What are we, in junior high?” His head fell back and he laughed, his chest vibrating against you. It was a husky, deep tone, your toes curled at the sound of it. 

You pushed at his shoulder. “Come on! Nobody makes out anymore. Everyone just wants to get right into fucking. Don’t you miss that feeling of being so into each other but aren’t quite ready to go all the way yet?”

He slow-blinks at you, wondering what point you were trying to make.

“You know, when I was in the 8th grade, there was this boy—“

“I’m going to need to stop you right there,” he cuts you off. “I really do not want to think about other people kissing you.”

You purse your lips and apologize. “I’m sorry…” Your hands crept under his shirt, gliding over his warm skin. Your lips moved against his jawline. “So…does that mean that you don’t want to suck face?”

“Baby, I’ll suck on any part of your body I can get my mouth on,” he answers point-blank.

“Why don’t we start here for now,” You tap your finger against your lips and he takes them, sealing his mouth softly over yours. His tongue traced the seam, then dipped inside, licking and teasing.

You burrowed into him, moaning when he shifted to lie half over you. 

Your hands slid up and down his back, your leg lifting to hook over his hip. You caught his lower lip between your teeth and licked the curve with the tip of your tongue.

The low growl he let out made you wet.

Your back arched as his hand slid underneath the hem of your hoodie and captured your bare breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Are you sure you didn’t plan this,” he murmured. He kissed his way to your temple, and then buried his nose in your hair. “You’re making it really hard to last through two more dates.”

You pull away from him briefly. “Listen–I had no idea that you were coming over, okay,” you argued. “I didn’t know I had to be in proper underwear around you.”

He chuckled at your defensiveness. “I’m kidding,” he plants a quick kiss on your lips. “Can we just continue making out?”

You narrowed your eyes playfully at him. “You’re lucky, you’re cute.” You pushed past his joggers to squeeze his butt. The heat of his skin and his natural scent was a heady mix for you. It made you feel drunk with lust and need.

His mouth covered yours and you fisted at his hair, urging him closer to you with your arms and legs wrapped around him.

“I want you so much,” he rasped in between kisses.

You moaned in agreement, your mouth moving feverishly against his.

Namjoon held you with one hand at your nape and the other at your waist. Settling over you, he aligned himself against you and rolled his hips to your center.

“Mm, that felt so good,” you groaned, nails digging into his flesh while your insides clenched.

“Imagine how much better it would feel inside you,” he purred.

You nipped at his lower lip, giggling. “Are you trying to convince me to go all the way?”

“I can slide right in,” He sucked gently on your throat, making your core tremble hungrily. “You don’t even have to do anything. You can just lay back and watch me do all the work.”

It was incredibly tempting. He was rock-hard and you were primed and ready for him. All he needed to do was hook his finger to your leggings’ waistband.

You playfully puckered your lips and arched an eyebrow at him. “Hmm…I don’t know. I’m not that kind of girl anymore.”

His hand squeezed your hip bone, eliciting a light squeal from you.

Brushing his mouth over yours, he whispered, “If you don’t like it once it’s in you, I promise I’ll pull right out.”

You scrunch your face humorously at him. “Do people still fall for that line?”

He stared back at you in all seriousness. “You know I’d never feed you lines. I mean every word.”

You gripped the curves of his butt and rocked up against him, making him purr in excitement. Reveling in his playfulness, you teased, “And do you say that to all of the girls?”

His eyebrows knitted. “What other girls?”

“Oh, you know…” you sighed, “You’re Kim Namjoon, international idol. All these women, screaming for you to walk into their waiting arms.”

“You say that, and yet, I’m here in yours,” he lifted his head, his fingertips brushed the hair from your temple, “...where I belong.”

His words hit you like a freight train. You swallowed hard and whispered, “Fuck, what a line! Fine, go ahead and put it in.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, his breathy laugh warming your cheeks. “It’s unbelievable how crazy I am about you.”

You smiled back. “Well, believe it, because I am, too.”

You spent the rest of the night kissing and groping each other like horny teenagers but never went all the way. There was just something thrilling about that youthful, almost forbidden intimacy.

Hours later, you fell asleep in each other’s arms on your bed. You woke the next morning to the sound of his phone going off—work was calling and he had to leave.

As he prepares to head out, he tucks you back securely under your covers, and plants a kiss on your forehead.

When he pulls away, you utter, “Hmmm...I love you,” in the midst of your cold medicine-induced haze.

Before he could respond, you drowsily rolled over onto your side and fell back to sleep. You would wake up nearly an hour later, completely unaware of your words or whether he said anything back.

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